Funding support for the arts represented just 3.7 cents per $10,000 of Michigan state spending in Fiscal Year 2011. Knowing the arts were more valuable than a few cents, we knew better arguments were needed to prove it.
The aesthetic community of Detroit is more than simply a collection of artists and other creative types working in the same location. It's a community of sense, which operates on three levels.
I have been to Paris and Pakistan, Istanbul and Bosnia. But I have never seen anything quite like this: Detroit is a state-of-the-art, urban frontier. My tattered hometown has, somehow, become "revisionist cool."
In line with its edifying surroundings, the Cranbrook Museum of Art re-opened with an encyclopedic review of its vast collection through a thought-provoking exhibit titled, No Object is an Island.
Lemonade: Detroit is a documentary about the reinvention of a city that no longer has a single industry to identify with. Detroit is the perfect mix of grit and talent and risk that breeds innovation.
Seventeen years ago, Bob Shaye, a Detroit native and supporter of my foray into poetry activism with Detroit youth, sent me a letter that changed my life.
I'm not the only one coming home. There is a huge entrepreneurial movement permeating throughout the city. From technology to the creative sector, the excitement is growing.
Dear Detroit, I love you because you loved me first. You accepted me before I knew I needed it. Before I thought I wanted to live here, you enticed me.
Detroit is lucky. Its founders valued art. Its founders prepared the cultural soil well, so that ideas flourish here.
Now, I always try to be the first one who says Detroiters' mantra: "How're you doin'?" Because we all exist, and here we don't let each other forget it.
"Welcome to Woodbridge" is arguably Summer in the City's best-known mural. It didn't hurt that it was featured for a couple sweet, staggered seconds in the recent Chrysler commercial.
At a time when nearly every cultural organization in Detroit is grappling with the sustainability question, the wealthy and white headline is like tossing a gas can into a bonfire. Like every stereotype, it contains a seed of truth.
Locals know photography that revels in Detroit's devastation as "ruin porn." Scott Hocking embraces Detroit's decaying areas but does so with an eye toward a broader historical and philosophical view.
Detroiter Tim Burke calls himself an artist, a scavenger, and a non-practicing alcoholic. Devoted to the reuse of refuse, the 40-something sculptor us...