Essay

There is great value, Hudnall stresses, in creating artistic documentation of the everyday people and activities in one’s own community.

Glasstire presents the prizewinning entry of the inaugural Glasstire Art Writing Prize, which was open to college students in the North Texas region. Melanie Shi is a philosophy major at the University of North Texas in Denton. 

In 2007, Houston artist Bob Fowler published a how-to book. “Needing a quiet place to draw is a pleasant myth invented by Sunday painters, bless their hearts.”

This is the sixth installment in a series of stories published by artist Hills Snyder in conjunction with his traveling project ‘Altered States’ which opened November 2016 and is still on the move.

Happy Halloween week! These are the purest distillations of a nightmares ever filmed.

About halfway through every painting class with Sullivan, we’d stop for a hot chocolate. They were some of the most enjoyable hours of my life.

'Lonesome Dove' made a huge impression on the Texas psyche. People name dogs and cats and horses and even children after its heroes.

It was 1966. "My friend called me one day from San Antonio and said, 'Lonn, they are organizing a world’s fair in San Antonio and they are paying writers $10,000 a year. Get down here!'"

I had never visited the Midland-Odessa part of Texas until a week ago, but that region looms large in the iconography of Texas.

Staggering out of the museum, I thought of how Hunter S. Thompson, who famously lived in Colorado, wrote that we are entering into an insane fascist forever war, and then shortly after shot himself.

Maureen Penders and her photographs, for me, represent the multitudes that form an ambitious wave of Salvadoreñx/Salvadoran American art that both participates in and establishes a conversation for a Salvadoran American such as myself.

With most of the work in this ambitious show at UTRGV, there is a folding or interweaving of the somatic and psychological, private and public. Issues of race, identity, and gender predominate.

Every journey has a soundtrack, and 'Road Angel' lays down a linear blast of a hum and a thrum that fills up the corners of our big ol’ melancholy highway with that amber ache that makes you feel alive.

The sky grows so very suddenly dark. The air inside the truck seemed to be sucked out and replaced by a vacuum made of utter silence.

I wonder if all the cities the people of my generation have dreamed of leaving could become some of the only places in the encroaching neoliberal thunderglobe where one could have the leisure to dream.

"It's hard to feel bad when I still get to live in my home, but at the same time this work feels more real and a part of me than the home we live in."

I'm an artist and homeowner. Even as the rain started to pound Houston and the water slowly rose all around my house, I knew I wouldn't leave it.

Over the last 15 years, I've been constructing a “cult scale” — a ranking system to define the fanaticisms of the world. I present it for your enjoyment and handy use.

The abstract truth of “driving through America” has fundamentally shifted in the 14 months since I was on the road gathering photographic material for the project.

I've reverse-engineered my way through art history, while maintaining a mild obsession with Smithson and his work. It’s his fault I poured all that grease.