Under the Sea
Materialized by Lisa Dailey on Sunday, December 21st 2025.
Lisa Dailey's art is a celebration of color, texture, and the beauty of the natural world. A mixed media artist, she brings unexpected elements together to create work both vibrant and expressive, drawing inspiration from the intricate patterns and designs found in nature—whether the texture of a leaf or the colors of a sunset. Lisa’s practice incorporates embroidery, watercolor, and acrylic painting, and she is always experimenting with new materials for collage. When not in her studio, she can often be found cooking (and writing a soup blog), capturing life’s little moments through photography, exploring off-the-beaten-path destinations around the globe, or picking up shiny things.
Other stars in the Clepsydra asterism:
Nine
Didem Arslanoglu
You try to picture your dad at your height, going down slides at the playground and chasing dogs and learning about multiplication. You think of your mom as a bride, leaving her family behind.
Elegy for a Grown World
Vikki C.
How I love you in reverse—before taxes and tallness, before towers, and bricks like loose teeth, raining on a parade.
The Angel of History
Binh Do
This time, we have lunch in Menlo Park, we chase after the morning Caltrain and make it by the last second, and we end up all the way in San Francisco where the sunshine’s the same but the wind feels just a little closer, and cooler.
She Had Her Head in the Attic
Susan L. Lin
Unprompted, she began rattling off the names and numbers of florists in town: a Rose and a Violet and a Lily, a Daisy and a Jasmine, her head still missing from plain view.
The Field of my Person, A Thing to be Conquered
Nnadi Samuel
I am raised in a vernacular that pays homage to grief & the unceded land of self. / the many acres of the body we held against colonial invasion.
Honeysuckle; From Lugard's white, scented Hands
Nnadi Samuel
at the porch yard, my roommate pokes the brown music of a flower & calls it nectar: / its thick, sugary resin spilling from the white, scented hand of a tulip plant, like wasteful dialect.