Posts Tagged ‘art’
Like a great many of us, Firehouse Art Gallery is busy this holiday season.
Buoyed by a major arts grant, a local puppeteer takes his burlesque puppet show on the road.
Ricki Vincent is a large, bald, 47-year-old man covered in colorful tattoos who makes puppets do bad things. Not gossip or siphon gas from neighbors’ cars, or murder people like that creepy dummy from Magic. The Fort Worthian...
The Fort Worth School gained a masterpiece when Olive Pemberton chose brushstrokes over Broadway.
Hitting the gym three days a week puts a snap in Olive Pemberton’s step. She knows about staying fit, having danced on Broadway and made Look magazine’s “Beautiful Girls From Texas” list in 1939. The ens...
Along with Teatrista Productions, the Metrognome Collective is celebrating Día de los Muertos by holding a multi-disciplinary arts event. DAY of the DEAD will feature music by Sleeplab, Día de los Muertos, and Skin and Bones ...
For some people boating means the freedom of the open water, away from the pressures of life on the land.
From the Met to mildew: An incredible collection of Fort Worth art is unearthed at a local middle school.
The private art collections into which New York City’s legendary Metropolitan Museum of Art digs for gems to borrow and exhibit usually belong to either aristocratic families or multi-national corporations. But in 1950, when ...
Brian Jones and Brian Scott are sometime collaborators, but Gallery 414’s Them That Dare finds them both flying solo.
Take 25 North Texas musicians, wake ’em up early, throw their names into a hat, mix ’em up, pick ’em out, then divide them into five groups of five. In addition to a band name, give each group 12 hours to come up with thr...
There’s a group of young go-getters in town, and they’re trying really hard to make Fort Worth more livable, friendly, and civilized though no less fun. (Actually, probably more fun.) They need help, and if you have a decen...
Like most good things, Fall Gallery Night is getting a little too big. There’s so much to see and so many people to fight through that its usual pleasures are fading fast. Gone are the quick refills of boxed wine. Gone, the s...