Megan Gloss

2 weeks ago | telegraphherald.com | Megan Gloss

WASHINGTON - Jerry Wooley stood steps from a trio of peaking spires that stretched into the blue sky in Washington, D.C., on Monday. Gazing out from the hilltop of the U.S. Air Force Memorial, Wooley looked out on the Pentagon, Washington Monument and nearby gravesites of American soldiers extending from Arlington National Cemetery below.

1 month ago | telegraphherald.com | Megan Gloss

Walking through the dimly lit makeshift studio on Iowa Street in downtown Dubuque, one will find an assortment of molds brimming with grains of sand — some small, some oversized. Some contain objects like a child’s winter glove, with others containing everyday household items, knickknacks and shapes. It might not look much yet. But for Dubuque iron cast artist Tamsie Ringler, it’s an important step in bringing a piece of art to its final fruition.

1 month ago | telegraphherald.com | Megan Gloss

For creatives, the journey of making art is an evolution — a representation of not only a body of work, but the innermost thoughts, feelings and expressions of that artist that capture a moment in time. The Dubuque Museum of Art is in the final weeks of housing its latest exhibition, embracing that very theme, at its current site.

1 month ago | telegraphherald.com | Megan Gloss

It’s an overcast morning, with a light rain. But light pours in from the large windows looking upon the former church sanctuary. In the center of the room is a pile of objects placed meticulously upon a table. Two individuals sit nearby, their chatter lightly echoing throughout the hall as they study the objects intently before each picks up a pencil and begins to sketch what their eye has captured.

1 month ago | telegraphherald.com | Megan Gloss

If April showers really do bring May flowers, I anticipate abundant blooms in the month ahead. For whatever reason, last month seemed to be a long and heavy lift for a great many people with whom I regularly come into orbit. Whenever I would casually inquire, “How are you doing?” the responses I received seemed to be met with a collective sigh. Work was busy. Kids were restless. Taxes were due. Politics happened. It was cloudy and cold. We are, indeed, living in strange and unpredictable times.