Arts Paper
As the editorially independent arm of The Arts Council of Greater New Haven, the Arts Paper seeks to celebrate, explore, and investigate the fine, visual, performing and culinary arts in and around New Haven.
"One of those silent heroes." Lucy Gellman Photos.
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We’re on a sunlit stretch of a city block. From the architecture it could be any city center south of the United States, or someplace in Europe. That the building in the foreground is worn down helps narrow it down. But not as much as the subjects. There’s a policeman on the corner, looking vigilant. To his left, a group of musicians, guitars, shakers, an upright.
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A fungus floats on a flat black background. Below it are a ball and an infinite loop of yarn. How are they connected?
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At first glance, maybe it’s an island on a clear day, reflected in still water. But then you see that no water is that still. The line between the halves is a little too sharp. Then you see that the bottom half isn’t the same as the top half. They’re not halves at all. It’s a land mass floating in midair.
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New Haven artist Katro Storm, a master mark-maker, has turned a large gallery space into a temporary studio where visitors can witness his monumental painting challenge in progress — creating 21 (sizable) portraits in 21 days — at the Ely Center of Contemporary Art on Trumbull Street. Read more from David Sepulveda at the New Haven Independent.
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Bree Newsome at Yale. Markeshia Ricks for the New Haven Independent.
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Live music for all ages is returning to Space and Outer Space, after a brief intermission.
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“My ribcage is a hothouse harboring a bloom next to you,” Elizabeth Trojanowski sings on “Still Water,” the opening song to Pageant Dove’s recently released self-titled EP. An acoustic guitar lays down a bluesy flat-seven chord to anchor the twists in the melody, but then goes elsewhere, sounding not quite settled, even when a string section joins in. When the drums emerge, we feel like we’re somewhere. But where is it?
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Thabisa strolled from the back of Kehler Liddell Gallery in Westville with a megaphone in her hand, already singing. The people in the audience, seated on the gallery floor — many on blankets and pillows — fell quiet as soon as they heard her voice...
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