We dropped by Blackbird Studios earlier this week as artist Spencer Olsen was hanging his show, which opens tonight for Preview Thursday and tomorrow for First Friday
Southwestern writer Mary Sojourner’s new novel, 29, has a topical urgency. “One of the central themes is the Chemehuevi tribe organizing to stop an industrial solar-power plant from going in near their sacred Salt Song Trail,” she says.
NAACP national chair Roslyn M. Brock (second from left), and Cornel William Brooks, president and CEO (to her left), surrounded by convention organizers.
Score one for the good guys! Several dozen Clark County interns have banded together to help their fellow youth gain independence and security. They’re collecting both professional attire for teens to wear to job interviews and back-to-school clothes and equipment for younger kids.
Saturday is National Trails Day, as determined by the American Hiking Society, which appears to be a society of hikers in America. Now that we've finally shaken off the brrr of our 50-degree winter, it's time to get out and enjoy the triple digits with a nice walk.
Two words you don't normally associate with local theater: "splash zone." Then again, we're talking about the heady combination of Troy Heard, the venturesome artist named Best Director in Desert Companion’s Best of the Valley issue (February), and the equally venturesome Vegas Fringe Festival —
If you missed last night’s Desert Companion “Focus on Nevada” photo contest awards-a-ganza shindigabration at Trifecta Gallery in the Arts Factory, er, sorry, we drank all the wine — but there’s still plenty of eye candy left over.
Whip out your maps and summer schedules; there are only four weeks left to make your plans for the Great American Backyard Campout! Okay, okay — it might seem like the folks in charge of the National Wildlife Federation, who came up with the faux-liday three years ago, are aiming low.
Given the varieties of performance art, absurdist theater and ritualized dada spectacle that are daily business in the Clark County Government Center, the sight of a bald, barefoot artist silently polishing pennies on the rotunda floor might not seem all that quirky.
Editor's note: Our martini glass runneth over. If you've sipped and chugged your way through our 53 Best Bars feature, here's some liquid extra credit: a tour of classic cocktails in their native habitat.
In May 2012, I interviewed the artist who paints under the name Biscuit Street Preacher. What struck me the most, in addition to the joyful fracas of his art, was the way he described his home life.
The show is titled Addiction: A Visual Narrative, not Addiction: One Man's Story, and it's important to keep that in mind when you see this show — as you should — at Blackbird Studios in the Container Park: It tells a larger story.
What better way to spend a lazy Saturday than looking at abstract paintings that explore fragility of the Earth? So get yourself to Left of Center Gallery (2207 W.
We wouldn't call it full-blown rhinestone fever, but there does seem to be something of a Liberace renaissance (or maybe just a flare-up) afoot -- what with the well-reviewed TV movie "Behind the Candelabra" and the resurfacing of troubled Liberace paramour Scott Thorson to spout some tabloid ta
