Live theater is good medicine: a year at the Guthrie

This week, as I wrap up my first year of season tickets to the Guthrie Theater, I find myself addicted to the music from new Broadway musical, “Hamilton.” It plays in my car and from my iPod during my short runs lately, and earworms from the musical fill various filler pockets (i.e. waiting for coffee to brew, walking the…

Lars Lerin watercolors: Bowled over

How often do you walk into an art exhibit and your breathing just … stops? So it was, a couple weeks ago when I finally managed to fit a visit to this show into my typical Saturday-in-Minneapolis morning. “The Watercolor Worlds of Lars Lerin” was about to finish its run at The American Swedish Institute…

Delacroix, goats, and enlightenment

Photo by @petekmuller/@prime_collective for @natgeo. A group of porters gather around a #fire in the #moorland region of Mount #Kenya. Many of the porters pictured here hail from the small, nearby village of #Naromuru. The men of Naromuru have worked as guides and porters on Mount Kenya for generations. With employment opportunities limited in the…

Art in Bloom

Spring happens in a day, just one day, in Minnesota. You wake up one morning, and over the course of the next eight hours the sun shines, something green or red emerges the ground or out of a tree branch, a girl in a flowered sundress rides a bike past you and BAM! Winter’s gone…

Art Sled Rally

I love Minneapolis. Yes, I live in Saint Paul. Yes, this was on the day (the very hour, for one fo them) when our capital city hosted both the Winter Carnival King Boreas Grande Day Parade and the Crashed Ice events. But the pull of a creative community collaboration that the Powderhorn Art Sled Rally …

Some relief

“Priestless.” “Old Believers.” Small, beautiful yet durable objects meant to be kept in a pocket, or near the skin on a pendant, exposed only in safe places with fellow believers. Tiny, stylized designs, which in a basement gallery, needed a very close look and sometimes, a magnifying glass. One piece that I was allowed to…

Play the Building: Lots of Plinking

Pipes banging: am I in my last apartment? A crazy-long line behind the organ: No, I’m in line for food in college. Tubes coming out of the back of an otherwise welcoming, beckoning organ: Resistance is futile. Borg has arrived and has started merging all the instruments (Borg is confused). Spotlights on various metal objects…