Freelance writer Carolyn Henderson is the co-owner, with her husband, of Steve Henderson Fine Art, and a consultant for Wenaha Gallery of Dayton.
Most people, even if they flee at the mention of a fabric store, have met a quilter.
In the mid-20th century, the term “square” was derogatively used to connote a boring traditionalist, one reluctant to take chances or break out of the box in his or her thinking.
It’s difficult to take a breath or two without being assaulted by some great politically religious name, purporting to speak for God and the rest of us, who announces that America — because of our extreme state of sinfulness — is about to undergo the wrath of God.
The hauntingly beautiful music of Native American musicians Carlos Nakai and Mary Youngblood is nothing short of sublime.
We live in an area rich with history, steeped with life stories of brave, hardworking people.
Most of the years of my professional life, I’ve been a nonperson. In a society that defines itself by a specific job title, mine — stay-at-home mom — was singularly unimpressive.
Very few of us, after watching a movie, embark upon a yearlong project of intense and highly disciplined creativity, but fine artist Paul Henderson of Yakima finds insight in uncommon places.
DIY — do it yourself — is a trend that never goes out of style.
Woven baskets and clay pots — humble vessels used by ordinary people throughout history. Although they remain a major factor in the daily lives of many, humble vessels are frequently overlooked and discounted in the worlds of academia and fine art.
There are so many misconceptions about artists, the most pronounced being that they are solitary creatures reluctant to appear in daylight, preferring instead to lurk like hermits in attic-loft studios.