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What's in a Name? Plenty for Artists

Daniel Grant | Posted 02.22.2016 | Arts
Daniel Grant

Titles of works of art seem to matter, but it is not clear why. A seascape titled "Seascape" seems redundant; announcing the location of the seascape ("Penobscot Bay at Nightfall") seems to comfort people.

Cross Country Skiing With My Father

Mina Samuels | Posted 02.17.2017 | Healthy Living
Mina Samuels

I was with him when he died; a stroke of luck, as strange as that may sound. But it granted me the privilege of feeling the sizzle of energy as his solid-earth life left him, that electric sparkle of angel dust that passed through space, through me, assuring me that he wasn't gone, he was transformed, a radiance in the universe that I might feel from time to time, if I was willing.

The American People: Larry Kramer's Blistering Magnum Opus

Lawrence D. Mass, M.D. | Posted 02.02.2016 | Queer Voices
Lawrence D. Mass, M.D.

The American People is predictably commanding and passionate, its insights are stunning and endless, its narrative consistently compelling. But how much of the history it recreates is true?

A Skeptic Queries "The Artist as Urbanist"

Eric J. Henderson | Posted 12.05.2011 | Arts
Eric J. Henderson

Alexis Laurent is a contemporary sculptor. His work invites (and counts on) viewers to be part of it to make it whole.

The Optimist's Parking Lot: This Artweek.LA (August 8-14, 2011)

Bill Bush | Posted 10.09.2011 | Arts
Bill Bush

2011-08-09-sysd.pngThe Optimist's Parking Lot is a meditation on the poetics of optimism.

Urban Storytelling in New Orleans

J. Michael Welton | Posted 05.25.2011 | Arts
J. Michael Welton

Rob Walker's newest project for New Orleans proves him to be no less than a bonafide optimist. He's proposing that we use art and design to alter our perceptions of a downtrodden environment.

Influences: Angelic and Demonic

Barbara Probst Solomon | Posted 05.25.2011 | Books
Barbara Probst Solomon

Salinger gave my generation a permission to write about our lives, our very ordinary adolescent times. He gave us our voice, our right to be serious in our own postwar, perhaps over-privileged, tones.