Every November for 19 years, studio potter and teacher Margie Haggerty has changed up her routine just a little bit. She still spends time in the studio and at the wheel, hands wet and shiny with clay. The glazes that she cooks up and tempers for students don’t vary all that much. And several nights a week, she still prioritizes what she calls “the business end of things” for classes at Creative Arts Workshop (CAW), where she has worked a second job for almost 20 years.
Syrian refugees, Best Video’s transition into the nonprofit sphere, and one seasoned artist’s take on where the city’s art scene is going: those were among the hot topics on shows aired today on WNHH radio. Listen to them below.
When it begins with the story of Perseus, slayer of Medusa and unknowing fulfiller of bleak prophecies, Refuse The Hour presents itself as the kind of thing that will revel in narrative. A young William Kentridge and his father are on a train, itself barreling through space and time. His father has opened a book of mythologies — maybe Hamilton’s, maybe someone else’s — and begins to unwrap the story step by step, starting with the original prophecy from the Oracle of Apollo that Perseus, who is not yet born, will kill his father.
You might have to dangle your tie in the soup or your scarf in the dessert to get a good look at the photographs of Marjorie Gillette Wolfe, a long-time practitioner of the art of light. If you must offer polite excuses to lean over other diners at Atticus, it’s well worth the awkwardness to take in Wolfe‘s six serene and disturbingly powerful large photographs of water, in its forms of beauty and power, that adorn the southern interior wall of the Chapel Street eatery.
In a back room at the Yale University Art Gallery last year, a half-record, half-video looking machine — the proper name is actually an anamorphic projection, which is what happens when 35mm film is transferred to DVD, and meets a cold rolled steel table and cylinder — sprang up during the institution’s exhibition on Contemporary Art/South Africa. Over eight minutes, viewers saw ripples, lines and semi-human forms rise up out of the white, slow-spinning cinematographic ground, and take flight as another dizzying suite of images began.
One week, you’ll see him mixing melodies at one of Neville Wisdom’s fashion shows. The next, he might be in the back room of Rudy’s, spinning tracks late into the night as folks sway and hip-bump to them, lifting their beers in celebration. The next, celebrating old school hip-hop beside new.
The entrance to the large ceramics studio at the rear of Erector Square’s building 8 — where City Wide Open Studios held its final weekend — is shared with Bregamos Community Theater. Last weekend, the sound of Latin jazz drew me to “Imagine My Space,” a pop-up exhibit featuring the work of artist Michael Alan Roman. A photographer who is new to painting, Roman said he first picked up the brush less than a year ago and has been creating his ethereal, otherworldly landscapes since.
“I don’t know where they come from,” he said, “I pick up the brush and go.”