Dan DeChellis
by Matthew Crain The only time I’ve ever cried in an art gallery was in San Jose, California, at Carmen Lomas Garza’s piece about
by Matthew Crain The only time I’ve ever cried in an art gallery was in San Jose, California, at Carmen Lomas Garza’s piece about
Art in sight of the cemetery – Pig Pen Project at Allentown’s Mayfair Arts Festival cues on the earthy and the otherworldly By elizabeth johnson
by Elizabeth Johnson The big windows in Mike Kondel’s Easton apartment cast shadows on the walls and floor, and one day he decided to trace
by Matthew Crain Lingerie. Bundles of greenbacks. Spirits bottled and smokeable. –There’s no telling what compliments the modern music reviewer may find in his mailbox.
by Elizabeth Johnson “I decided to work exclusively with nature some time ago,” Jim Toia says. “Why mimic it? I enlist and employ its process.”
by Matthew Crain Peter Cree is a master woodcarver, master furniture maker, master antiques restorer and refinisher. People the world over know him for his
by Elizabeth Johnson Two seconds after Josephine Coniglio and I met, we discovered that we had lived within blocks of each other in San Francisco.
by Matthew Crain The genius of the Really Terrible Orchestra is in its name. If it were called anything else, the listener would say,
by Elizabeth Johnson Bruce Wall’s garage roof got damaged in a recent storm and he’s considering turning the space into an auxiliary studio. He has