Taletha Al Badr stands motionless on the modest stage at the back of the room, her right arm extended above her head, fingers curled inward. In the background is distinctive Middle Eastern music.
A review of the Louisville art scene
In the summer of 2004, I was in New York finishing up the details of an exhibition I was curating called “Earth and Memory: African and African-American Photography.” The exhibit was sc
Kathleen Fitzgerald came into the art game a little later than most.
Ever driven by what looks like a fancy barn on Shelby Street? Walked around Yew Dell Gardens?
Whether it’s detailing the human form or expressing the rhythm of a galloping racehorse, Jeaneen Barnhart sets out to capture the tension in movement in her drawings.
Like her raw inner free spirit, Sarah Frary’s work is deeply personal.
Justine Dennis rescues old sweaters and discarded clothing from local thrift shops and repurposes them into fiber sculptures.
Standing in a pile of sawdust and shavings that is roughly the size of a batter’s box, Andrew Brown inserts a long, rectangular spear of poplar into a lathe in his Germantown garage.
Things don’t look so bright in the sinister comic world of Wes Hillegas.
Just call the man Duffy, if you will. Bored with the limitations of two-dimensional art, Duffy became a sculptor by accident — a car accident, that is.