Freelance writer Carolyn Henderson is the co-owner, with her husband, of Steve Henderson Fine Art, and a consultant for Wenaha Gallery of Dayton.
Even the most urban-based child manages to find enough dirt and water to create mud pies at least once in their lives, but for Dayton potter Roberta Zimmerman, three out of four of the sacred elements — Earth, Air and Water — were an integral part of every childhood summer. (Fire, she added when she was an adult.)
Some things — not cellphones — never change. And in a world where the news of 15 minutes ago is hopelessly outdated, it is good to know there is another world, a quieter one, where things move at a slower pace.
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.