Essay

At this strange moment in history, Hills Snyder asks members of our creative community: What is at the top of your mind? What is in the bottom of your heart?

At this strange moment in history, Hills Snyder asks members of our creative community: What is at the top of your mind? What is in the bottom of your heart?

The Media Center at Rice University has shown thousands of movies to generations. On June 4, it screened its last movie ever. I was there.

At this strange moment in history, Hills Snyder asks members of our creative community: What is at the top of your mind? What is in the bottom of your heart?

"That is how I am an artist: it is teamwork and surrounding myself with artists and friends who support me." -Karla Garcia

Our memories of movies are inevitably tangled up in whatever else was going on in our lives when we saw them.

I am looking forward to a future where the stories that were lost will be exhumed and honored by all.

Neither the pandemic nor the other rattling events of 2020-21 slowed these students down or compromised the rigor of their work. It may be just the opposite, actually. 

In reviewing the pictures, now, I question the amount of chaotic energy my memory has ascribed to the cat.

It is not art, but I suspect it may be beautiful.

A giant polymer concrete cabbage cannot tell you what it means; it can only be what it is.

I have assets: I collect snowman art.

They rise round and smooth from fields of concrete as if gently nudged upward by a giant underground fingertip. 

Tooling down South Flores Street from one thrift store to another in April 2014, I passed what has become one of my favorite works of art in San Antonio.

We assess what traditions and assumptions have been handed down, and decide if we want to carry them forward.

I agonize over an essay I wrote in back in April. Little did I know that two months to the day, I would be released from a six-day stay at a mental rehabilitation facility (to put it nicely) — a psych ward.

Paula Newton lived. Not just existed, but Lived.

El siguiente texto es la tercera parte de tres crónicas de arte y viaje escritas por la autora y curadora, Leslie Moody Castro.

Yet another artist-run space is having its monthly performance blowout practically in the middle of the city.

Glasstire’s William Sarradet was invited by the Belgium-based gallery Harlan Levey Projects to be a writer in residence for one month in Brussels. In this series, Sarradet relays his findings on art and life in that city.