Detroit suffers from both over-hype and public derision over the role of artists in the city's future.
Certain art projects in Detroit are perhaps opening up an avenue for thinking about how we might actually go about making that other world the new social movements' slogans tell us is possible.
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...