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by Jack Foran
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An excellent exhibit on William Morris and the Kelmscott Press is currently at the downtown library.
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by J. Tim Raymond
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This exhibition of drawings and mixed media reminds me of a horrible reoccurring dream I had, in which I was trying to dislodge or regurgitate something I imagined I swallowed. Sometimes it was a handful of small screws or paper clips or push pins, ridiculous ingestions that even on waking still made me cough and gag, trying to spit them out.
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by Jack Foran
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Ann Peterson’s photographs on view at the Neighborhood Collective consist of pleasant and often strikingly beautiful views of the sort of we might hope to happen upon on a vacation trip, but might fail to notice until the camera—and the photographer behind the camera—views them first and points them out to us.
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by J. Tim Raymond
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In Jack Kerouac’s seminal postwar novel On the Road, the driver explains the wanderlust that propelled his escape from late 1940s Manhattan: “It’s out there, man.” That, terse directional became a mantra for a whole generation of seeker sojourners which the internal combustion engine made possible. After the war, auto makers made a consumer’s transitional identity from small-town gravel road excursionist to a four-lane, six-lane, eight-lane vista conquering nomad seem invincible, inevitable, and romantic .
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