Author: BradQuan Copeland
By BradQuan Copeland. We’re really not effective as artists or activists if we’re not in tune with our emotional worlds. This world doesn’t make way for the unbowed who embody the shape of abstraction. Instead, they must press forth on the outskirts of repression, bearing only conviction, fueling the will to radiate through regularity. This […]
By BradQuan Copeland. The depletion of cohesion beneath collapse’s looming mass leaves an absence of faith, where ruptive passion takes shape. Immersed in the saturation of unceasing sighs, divinity dangles hope where fleeing life can’t arise, until the relentless will to survive unearths the craft of what it means to be alive. This verity unveiled […]
By BradQuan Copeland. “Art is made in hindsight,” a quote attributed to the late Virgil Abloh, a visionary who understood that the weight of purpose is rarely felt at inception, manifesting itself later once context, seasons, and echoes fall into alignment. I should make it clear that I don’t consider myself fashionable at all in […]
By BradQuan Copeland. The personification of angst rises through ravenous brainstorms to crack the sky of the turbulent mind, clotting into pigment before it ever manifests as thought. Winds shear through the barriers of memoryscape, braiding bane with bliss. Oil viscifies under the bristles, forcing brilliance to wash the white. Hues merged from mayhem can […]
By BradQuan Copeland. “Would you consider reading and writing a review of my recently published memoir entitled ‘The Education of a Musician’s Daughter?’” That was the message I woke up to on Facebook from local author Sonya Trevizo on a chilled, cloudy November morning. I lay there in utter disbelief at the reality of the […]
By BradQuan Copeland. Perhaps, I thought, this was the way of the world. It would hunt you and kill you just for being who you are. – The Creature, Guillermo del Toro’s “Frankenstein” There’s a rather uncanny paradox inhabiting the world at a subconscious level. No one asks to be here, yet we’re spat into […]
By BradQuan Copeland. SAUGERTIES, N.Y. – November 15, 2025 – Sheets of rain mercilessly hammered my windshield as the wipers worked in overdrive to preserve my view. The shadow-soaked highway, coupled with the erratic mist kicked up by sixteen-wheelers, presented a hellacious obstacle worthy of weathering on my way to Saugerties. There, at The Local—a […]
By BradQuan Copeland. Holiday mystique tends to fade with age, unless one has children, which I do not. Such days often blur into any other, Halloween being one of them. Without plans but a refusal to bow to boredom, I did research to see what the city had to offer. “Lark Halloween Pre-Party with Laura […]
By BradQuan Copeland. On the third Thursday of the month, I parked my car and pressed my way through the brisk autumn wind of a hushed, dusky evening to the Stella Pasta Bar and Bistro, where the Brian Patneaude Quartet was set to take the stage at the adjoining Van Dyck Music Club. I couldn’t […]
By BradQuan Copeland. Recently, I stumbled into the opportunity to experience an event I’d only vaguely heard of in passing: roller derby. Located at the Washington Avenue Armory in Albany, I entered the facility bearing a childlike curiosity. After purchasing my $15 ticket, half of the proceeds benefitting a local women’s nonprofit, I entered the […]
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