You can feel dizzy because you stood up too quickly or because you forgot to eat breakfast. You can also feel dizzy because you’re surrounded by too many pretty things. (more…)
Raised Voices
The titles of the works in Voicings, City Gallery’s new art show, are rich enough to make funny poems out of. Here’s a haiku using five of them: (more…)
Conversation Piece
Yale’s architecture is aflutter with birds. Some are phoenixes, some are eagles, though for the most part owls rule the roost. Yet for the last two years, a mysterious newcomer has been standing watch over Bulldog territory (more…)
Power Animals
Round a few corners in downtown New Haven and you’re bound to see a piece of public art. What you’re unlikely to see is a certain category of it: sculptures of animals, or at least the non- (more…)
Looks Alive
You could say the south room of the Eli Whitney barn, located across the street from the famous Whitney museum and workshop that owns it, is “lived-in.” Sawdust marks the spots where file, rasp, radial blade, chainsaw, orbital (more…)
Family Pictures
When Joanne Paone-Gill looks at a butterfly or a bouquet or a beagle or a boat, she sees them in terms of pencil sketches and watercolor paintings and works of stained glass. (more…)
Eastern Exposure
If you think New Haven is a world apart from Xi’an, China, Silk Road Art Gallery head and Xi’an native Liwen Ma begs to differ. “Xi’an culture can speak to New Haven culture,” she says, with Silk Road exhibit (more…)
Boxy Rebellion
In the midst of the Audubon Arts District stands an exhibit space that’s three-of-a-kind. Creative Arts Workshop’s Tiny Gallery—set inside a red, yellow and blue signpost, like an obelisk or a totem, outside (more…)
Finder’s Keepers
An aged pair of beige high heels sits atop New Haven sculptor Silas Finch’s workstation, their insoles covered in rose thorns collected, cut and placed by tattooed fingers. A 1930s vintage brassiere lies to one side, soon to be thorned as well. With these pieces, Finch intends to capture “pain, pressure, the uncomfortable and the […]
Poetic Injustice
A skeletal, exhausted-looking man dressed in rags leans over a spade, preparing a hole in the ground. To the left, his wife hunches over a small bundle in her arms, about to relinquish it to the earth; on the right, another family member stares bleakly into the distance. All are bathed in a deep wash […]