Articles

  • 1 month ago | chapter16.org | Cat Acree |Emily Choate |Ed Tarkington |Maria Browning

    In On Freedom, Yale historian Timothy Snyder describes going to Ukraine after the 2022 Russian invasion. Sitting in the back of a friend’s car, looking over the coast of the Black Sea from Ukraine’s Kherson region, he describes filling the trunk of the car with watermelons gifted by farmers who de-mined their own fields with improvised equipment. Snyder and his friend would later give the watermelons away in Kyiv.

  • 2 months ago | chapter16.org | Cat Acree |Ed Tarkington |Chris Scott |Maria Browning

    In the firm hands of Catherine Coleman Flowers, environmental, social, and racial justice aren’t separate strands of work that must be done, but rather parts of a whole that stretches back generations. Her essay collection, Holy Ground: On Activism, Environmental Justice, and Finding Hope, reveals an activist who knows what it takes to get things done.

  • Nov 27, 2024 | nashvillescene.com | Cat Acree

    If you’ve ever had a child stare you down, you know the unnerving feeling that somewhere in their mind, somehow, they know more than they should. Now imagine you’re in a room surrounded by them, and try not to feel the need to explain yourself. Raíces en Arcilla (Roots in Clay) Through Dec. 28 at Elephant Gallery, 1411 Buchanan St.Cesar Pita’s ceramic sculptures feel like Mesoamerican artifacts.

  • Nov 14, 2024 | nashvillescene.com | Cat Acree

    Dystopian visions of resistance and rage — this is often where imagining the future leads us, to worsening versions of our present fears. But artists working within Indigenous futurism can see things differently, like Choctaw artist Benjy Russell. With fishing line, flowers, mirrors and light, in photography, gardening and sculpture, he divines queer utopias. Floral arrangements appear like altars in the night, and a forest gleams with sparkles.

  • Oct 17, 2024 | nashvillescene.com | Cat Acree

    A narrative arc is a fragile thing. It’s hard to do it right, no matter the medium, so I tend to be wary of narrative exhibitions. Christine Rogers’ spring show The Dream Pool was a selection of photographs presented with notably long wall text composed of personal narrative and historical documents. I spent so much time reading it that I was at Leu Art Gallery for well over an hour, but once I’d finished, I stood back with such awe at what she had done. As a photo show, it was stunning.