Thanks to support from the rest of East Rock, isolated Cedar Hill will receive $10,000 toward a grassroots beautification effort designed to build community pride and to connect to surrounding areas of the city currently separated by highway overpasses.
This dapper and venerable “Old Converse” sneaker practically speaks its own charming welcome, inviting viewers to come look at it. The painting by John Barnes is one of 223 works by 90 artists on view in the fifth edition of “The Art Of Aging,” the annual show organized by the Agency on Aging of South Central Connecticut at its offices at One Long Wharf Drive.
Sarah Stewart turns out oil-on-linen paintings in the factory complex that once turned out erector sets for the nation — and now New Haven’s zoning rules are catching up with the economic transformation there.
A steady rain couldn’t keep people away from ArtWalk, held in Westville Saturday afternoon. Though the neighborhood’s central streets were missing the usual crowds during the annual event, Edgewood Park stayed lively, and indoor activities in the artists’ studios in West River Arts and Lyric Hall on Whalley Avenue ensured ArtWalk kept its tradition of celebrating the arts — for 20 years and running — alive.
There’s a model of a barbed-wire fence erected in a sandy landscape, like part of an elaborate train set. The political context, given President Trump’s campaign promise to build a wall on the U.S. border with Mexico, is obvious. At first, that context might make the letters spelling out You’re Welcome read like a taunt, a message from the authorities who built the fence to the people on the other side of it, the people being kept out. But look a little closer and you’ll see the hole clipped in the fence, big enough to crawl through.
And then, there on the ground next to the hole, a pair of pliers, and a ball of yarn. A story unfolds. No sooner was the fence built, but the hole was made, and the sign put up.
You’re welcome. Maybe the phrase isn’t just anticipating thanks for making it easier to get through the fence. Maybe it’s also a statement about the reception that people might get once they crawl through that hole. If the authorities are trying to keep people out, maybe a lot of people think letting more people in is just fine.
Does the epidemic of selfies have you just about convinced that rampant egotism is infecting the very foundations of civilization itself? Flummoxed by the gazillions of things to see on Instagram? Alarmed that the tsunami of images is sweeping away the very value of the individual picture and its ability to communicate?
Artists have a stage and they sure should use it. They could sense dangerous shifts in the body politic before non-artistic citizens do, and they should act on on these instincts. And poets are always in the midst of difficult times — it comes with the profession — so they could guide others when the difficulties spread.