There is something special about the way natural light shines on the East End, attracting artists and writers for hundreds of years.
George W. Morris began taking professional photos in 1892 when he opened his photography store on Main Street in Southampton.
Roisin Bateman usually works through her creative process alone.So when she decided to collaborate with a team of five fellow artists, she went in with an open mind.
Denny Laine tooks some time before returning to his “Songs and Stories” tour, which will bring him to Bay Street Theater in Sag Harbor on Saturday night.
The Sag Harbor Express caught up with the Grammy-nominated musician before his show on Saturday night at the Westhampton Beach Performing Arts Center.
Ari Selinger’s love affair with Sag Harbor began with summertime visits when he was a young kid and continued with winter visits into his adult years.
It is hard to imagine a time when Michael A. Butler felt reluctant to call himself an artist. The word is loaded, he explained, with expectations of traditional training and technique.
“Rich in Black History” is opening Saturday at the RJD Gallery in Bridgehampton.
One of the founders of the Jam Session talks about the Jam’s new home at Union Cantina in Southampton and why it is bringing jazz back to Sag Harbor.
Standing in front of 100 high school students, Greg Milstein’s eyes always drift to the loners — the nonathletic, the uninspired, the last-to-be-picked-for-the-team-type kids.
The American Hotel had a piano, but no pianist — its Steinway grand waiting for an inspired performance. Or, perhaps, waiting for Lee Glantz.
Venture Smith, the son of a West African prince, spent 14 years as an enslaved man on Fishers Island.
Mike Zisser concerns himself mostly with color, painting mainly in acrylics and, occasionally, watercolors.
Joseph Vecsey is back with a brand-new lineup for his All Star Comedy series at Bay Street Theater in Sag Harbor.
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.