Inside Jackson Pollock’s studio, the paint cans sit abandoned on a shelf, brushes leaning against their sides, waiting to be plucked from the oils. Light streams in from the windows, illuminating the floor — a work of art itself, color splattered every which way.
When A.R. Gurney wrote “Love Letters,” the playwright was fed up with theater. And what became a finalist for the Pulitzer Prize for Drama wasn’t meant for the stage at all.
For one day only, swing by the Valentine Craftmarket on Saturday, February 9, from 10 a.m. to 4 p.m. at Ashawagh Hall, located at 780 Springs-Fireplace Road in Springs.
“The Price of Everything” will screen on Saturday, January 26, at 6 p.m. at Guild Hall, located at 158 Main Street in East Hampton.
This cross-section of relationships will be the topic of conversation between Alicia G. Longwell, the Lewis B. and Dorothy Cullman Chief Curator at the Parrish Art Museum, and Shinnecock historian David Bunn Martine on Friday, January 25, at 6 p.m.
Monday, January 28, marks the 107th anniversary of Jackson Pollock’s birth, but the East End is celebrating one day early, at one of the famed artist’s alleged favorite haunts.
Maria Bowling travels long and far to sapphire seas, lagoons and tide pools in search of cetaceans and sea life in the wild.
The human figure is, has been and will forever be a subject that fascinates artists — whether it tells a story, captures a likeness or creates universal glorification of organic beauty.
The Artists Alliance of East Hampton (AAEH) will celebrate the start of its 35thyear with a new exhibit titled “Walls of Dreams” at Ashawagh Hall in Springs this weekend.
To strike and dash about a liquid, or semi liquid substance. To move in, or into, a liquid substance and cause it to splatter. To mark or overlay with patches of contrasting color or textile. All are definitions of the word “splash,” and the inspiration behind the newest exhibition at The White Room Gallery.
For every one person, there is another they avoid at all costs. Someone they brush off, push to voicemail, or hide from in the supermarket. For American Hotel owner Theodore Conklin III, Julie Keyes is convinced that person was her.
A decade ago, Christopher Walsh found himself in a New England attic, unrolling a dozen paintings by a man he barely knew. He peered at strikingly different, modernist oils, and wondered what caused the shift. What his father — artist Kenneth B. Walsh — had been thinking.
In 2006, The Watermill Center began its Residency Program — and, since then, more than 640 participants have walked through the laboratory doors, taking up residence to create new works.
At her new show “The Fabric of Our Lives,” artist Setha Low is encouraging visitors to not only take home her work, but to try it on.
There is a contribution to civilization that art gives, and the Reboli Center in Stony Brook is celebrating just that. So is Miriam “Molly” Dougenis.