Thank goodness, because one thing our arts communities do not need is another wannabe dictator (ditto the world for that matter). Give us a little room for curiosity, however, and we’ll happily run with it.
“You are going to love this program,” Eduardo Vilaro told me as we shared a glass of wine last summer while his troupe, Ballet Hispanico was gracing the Jacob's Pillow Stage.
The artist, Josiah McElheny, working with cosmologist David Weinberg, creates a gallery-sized installation, consisting of five hanging chromed-metal, transparent hand-blown glass and light sculptures.
The artistic process rarely garners as much attention and appreciation as the finished masterpiece, but shaded charcoal figures, sculpted wax half-forms and rough wooden models–the staggered steps along the way to final creation–have their own magnificent beauty.
Entering Libbie Masterson’s studio is like a breath of fresh air. A small outbuilding is tucked away in a lush courtyard garden in Montrose, windows overlooking the urban greenery. Fitting for an artist who is fascinated by landscape.