Are games art? Are games good? Are games even games? As you might guess, this article’s going to be rather contemplative, philosophical, even, so please put on your critical judgment hats and smoking jackets.
The instinct to heal by making tiny works of art, with tactile physical elements, trumped any sort of actual thinking.
The show is indeed gritty, beautiful, and well worth the sacrifice that went into bringing it to life.
Coming up on Saturday (June 28th) from 3-6pm, there will be a reception for Tom Banwell’s first solo exhibit in 30 years.
Some of the performances I’ve done downtown, I wouldn’t be able to do that anywhere else. It just wouldn’t be safe. It’s just not.
All the students had to work with in class that night was a stick, and generous amounts of black ink.
“Mmmmm.. Damn.” Those were my first words upon entering the gallery at Naked Lounge and seeing the new art by Christina Seashore.
Each piece had a tangible vibration and message for the viewer.
They were executed with a classy and traditional style, mashing realistic perception with some subtle abstract touches here and there.
I can only assume the beauty that was being witnessed in that exact moment left the artist in silence, with no need to explain it.
And with that, I put on an apron and joined the party with a glass of red. I mingled and chatted, made some new friends, and came home with a delightful, romantic painting that I painted myself.
Hello, this is Franklin, I am five. I have a lot of favorite things about summer in Chico.
Two bubbly little writing prompts popped off the gallery’s doors and into my yellow pad! Pokemon will have to wait.