David LeCheminant was a glass artist with a decade of experience when he moved from San Francisco to Salt Lake City in 2007. He found the transition difficult — with proper studios and trained assistants in SLC in short supply — so he would return to San Francisco “to work in a proper glass blowing studio.” It was on one of those trips that he visited the newly rebuilt DeYoung Museum where there was a retrospective of Louise Nevelson. “Until that moment, I didn’t believe in love at first sight, but that exhibition changed that idea — and changed the ultimate direction of my career as an artist,” he says.
David Meikle is a Salt Lake City native whose promising career as an artist was signaled early on when, in 1987, he was the state winner in art in the Deseret News Sterling Scholar Competition for high school students. That promise has been fulfilled with various awards and […]
“Nothing gets to stay what it is for very long,” says Cori A. Winrock, describing the transience of the world that surrounds us, just one of the many themes addressed in her new book of lyrical poetry Little Envelope of Earth Conditions. “Heirlooms, spacesuits, an ambulance; objects are […]
Dear dance lover, Whether or not you attended Guangdong Modern Dance Company’s Beyond Calligraphy at Kingsbury Hall on Tuesday, I have some questions for you regarding this idea of modern dance. It is inevitable that upon entering a Lyft to be chauffeured to my classes at the U’s Marriott Center […]
Whether you’re a Utah native traveling abroad or a happy transplant trying to explain the subtle but omnipresent cultural quirks of the state, it sometimes feels like the rest of the country is glad to be totally ignorant about Utah. Playwright Jenny Kokai’s Singing to the Brine Shrimp […]
Friends hoped Fred Adams would go on forever. Not in order to keep having grandiose ideas like that of founding a world-class Shakespearean festival in the middle of the Utah desert (and then bringing that dream to fruition in a big, Tony- and Emmy-award-winning way), but just to […]
Minneapolis Institute of Art shares with Utah Museum of Fine Arts the advantages that come with not being located in Paris, London, New York, or other locales requiring a presence on the international art scene. Instead of always keeping one eye on their competitors, MIA and UMFA can […]
The phrase “a show for all ages” often means one should hope there are many children in the audience. The reactions of the young crowd for whom it is intended is part of enjoying the experience of family-oriented dance and theater. There were some children in the Capitol […]
Ranjan Adiga, a fiction writer, creative nonfiction writer, and Associate Professor at Westminster College. He grew up in Nepal and writes in English as a second language. His short fiction focuses on South Asian immigrants — among the fastest growing communities in the United States but underrepresented in media and literature. Among other publications, his stories and articles have appeared in Story Quarterly, Belmont Review, Salt Lake Tribune, and The Chronicle of Higher Education. In 2017, his short story “Bombay Curry Kitchen” took second place in the 60th Annual Utah Original Writing Competition. Today’s publication is a personal essay.
“Scarce indeed is the smart woman who does not have affiliation with her favorite organization,” Salt Lake Tribune journalist Grace Gether wrote in 1937, reporting on the importance of clubs to the greater Salt Lake City community. Artists were no different, there was “scarce indeed” a Utah woman […]
Downy Doxey-Marshall has a tough time making up her mind. Lately, for example, she’s been signing her paintings “Downy,” but for years she fluctuated between “Downy Doxey” and “Downy Doxey-Marshall.” (She thinks maybe she’s back to “Downy Doxey.” Or not.) And while the youngest Marshall child has the […]
In Terry Tempest Williams’ astonishing and lyrical When Women Were Birds (2012), the first several pages after the introduction are blank to enact for the reader the three shelves of blank journals Williams’s Mormon mother bequeathed to her — an empty journal for every year she was expected […]