Lama Tashi Norbu forms a contemporary collage of bright color in paint and wood, and in the petals he sees a gulf and a bridge between worlds.
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Imagine sitting side by side with a quiet man in a slip-spattered t-shirt, in front of an electric pottery wheel. He is teaching you to center a lump of clay.
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In the middle of February, a new friend is leaning on the counter and talking about theater games. We’re thinking about building trust and how to make something vast and wild out of almost nothing …
Read articleTibetan artists talk through time — Across Shared Waters
A new exhibit at the Williams College Museum of Art will gather traditional Thangka paintings and contemporary Tibetan artists from around the world.
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Medusa came into a conversation at Wild Soul River. Walking out of the snow at dusk, I found a group of friends and neighbors talking about stories. …
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The snow is still falling on the ridge behind my house when I set out, the soft, thick snow that holds onto branches and transforms the woods.
Read articlePromenades explore 18th century France at the Clark
In a garden in Paris, a woman sits drawing the petals of hyacinths. She is shading in curves and striations, down to the folds along the tips and the green nubs of calyxes …
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On a winter morning in Williamstown, Berkshire actor and theater artist Tara Franklin sees herself in the kitchen with her mother and husband and son, baking spritz cookies.
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Where the Hoosic River and the Green River meet, the late maples are gold and sifting down along the bank. You can walk through them ankle deep and stir up the mild sweet mushroom scent.
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My nephew asks me why I don’t live in California. He’s three years old, and he means he’d like to see me, and I’d like to see him too. But how can I explain to someone on the West Coast why I live here?
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