Under the auspice of the Carnegie Int’l, 57th ed., 2018, Tam O’Shanter Drawing Sessions have been underway to explore a breadth of artistic and creative impulses that we call drawing. Named after Carnegie Museum of Art’s historic children’s art program, these episodic gatherings, dubbed drawing sessions, stretch the definition of the medium and return us to the idiomatic drawing board: the foundational and ideational stage of a creative, artistic process.
Paul Thek, Untitled (Earth Drawing I), ca. 1974.
In December of 1968, during one of Walt Harper’s famed jazz workshops, Charles “Teenie” Harris captured one of the more arresting photographs of his career. The black-and-white image shows Nina Simone sitting at her piano, one time out of maybe ten thousand in her life, facing a small crowd in the ballroom of the Hilton Hotel in Downtown Pittsburgh. In the foreground, just beyond the platform’s precipice, there is stark blackness. Up on stage, Simone is shrouded in darkness, save for the stage light reflecting off of her piano. A circle of spotlight shines on a curtain in the background and provides contrast for her silhouette.
There was probably a prehistoric woman drawing on the caves, Carnegie Museum of Art (CMOA) provenance researcher Tracey Berg-Fulton says. But if a woman creates art in history, and no one cares to note it online, did it even happen? To the general population: No. Not even if she was…
Debt Begins at Twenty by Stephanie Beroes documents a defining moment of the punk music scene that flourished in the late 1970s and early 1980s in Pittsburgh. Dating from 1980, the film is pitch-perfect and has aged incredibly well. It is unusual for any film to survive the culture of immediacy we live in, and as a look back at what was and who we were, this film offers many insights and much delight.
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Artist collective Transformazium wants you to know there is already a long history of arts and culture in Braddock that doesn’t need to be revitalized.
It’s a cold morning in early December and cartoonist Frank Santoro is sitting in the kitchen of his Swissvale row house, WKCR-FM tuned in on a nearby radio as he sips coffee from a white ceramic mug.
There, in Umuahia, on a rainy afternoon, a dead man was moved on a stretcher from the hospital ward to the morgue. The man was the age of my father, whom I was sitting beside. I remember noting, as I glanced at each man, that they radiated a similar serenity.