The ethos of Ira Hill’s work is that of diligence. A profession of creation requires some gravitas in the delivery of self promotion, and Ira has just the right amount of ego to carry the title of “artist” while graciously bypassing the title of “asshole.” Ira is a sculptor with an impressive CV. His work is always provocative and carries a dimension of grandiosity (whether that be its scale or the level of craft required to pull it off). His work bares all the markings of a true artist; it is ever-adapting, forward and prolific.
In a wooden cottage at Shearwater Pottery in Ocean Springs, a large white ceramic basket sits on a shelf. The basket’s coiled snake pattern looks familiar with geometric motifs that almost seem to be Greek images or perhaps Native American designs. Drying on a shelf full of fragile and valuable art, the basket beckons an observer to look closer.
For fans of vibrant and consistently engaging Hot Chip, Alexis Taylor’s name will be enough to give this one a listen. Piano is a striking exercise in musical and personal introspection, and the voluminous quiet that comes with it. For everyone else, perhaps Piano’s novelty will do the trick, but Hot Chip lovers won’t get the pulsing synthonic power they’re used to. Taylor has challenged himself here giving himself offering nothing but a piano, some expectedly adept songcraft, and his endearing McCartneyan vocal clarity. On Piano, those three things are done with taste and control and the result is a pleasant and challenging and softly honest musical release. Taylor’s chosen intimate setting is the perfect one for his self-proclaimed “atheist’s gospel record,” a blissful song sequence of beautiful ballads.
It was a Sunday afternoon, and I’d spent the last five hours studying and scrolling through Instagram. Both my pantry and energy levels were nearing empty, so I suspected it would be a takeout night. This suspicion was confirmed when a video of steaming pappardelle bolognese appeared on my Instagram feed. I had been following Tarasque Cucina for months, and it was time to place my first order.
About 15 minutes later, I found myself walking into a room with massive windows, beautiful brick walls, and handmade wooden tables. I looked down at my old jeans and Flight of the Conchords tee. But before my nerves could even fully register, I was greeted by a friendly voice saying, “Hey, you ordered the bolo, right?” By the time I’d paid for dinner, I had chatted with Lauren about concerts, Stranger Things, wine pairing, and my knack for procrastination. I instantly forgot that I’d never been there before.
The Prickly Hippie is a full-service florist based in Madison, sought after for specialty succulent and cacti arrangements planted in vintage finds that have been repurposed. Owner Jenni Sivils specializes in Mississippi grown succulents and cacti. She also teaches classes on creating succulent/cacti wreaths and arrangements. Brides request her handmade centerpieces, floral crowns, boutonnieres and bouquets for weddings and special occasions.
Arrangements can vary in price from $8 to $200 depending on the order. And there’s a bonus for your green obsession — each month, a portion of the proceeds from The Prickly Hippie sales are donated to a local Mississippi charity.
With his quiet demeanor, laid back temperament and boyish features, it’s easy to imagine contemporary artist Ricardo Moody as a child, arms and elbows atop a table, engrossed in his drawings. The artist could easily go unnoticed in a crowded room, except that his personal style speaks volumes.
When I arrive at Ricardo’s home, he is wearing a Hurley x Tim Hendricks tee, red vintage Nike low tops, a Milkcrate Athletics 5-panel hat and hipster approved denim. I didn’t know God made teachers like this. He is way cooler (and cuter) than the schoolmarmish educators who walked my high school’s halls.
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Art is a subjective and experiential sort of affair, an unspoken social contract entered into by the artist and the viewer. Moss Point artist Qin Mobley remains acutely aware of this agreement, and it shows through his work — from his outright references to popular culture to the more nuanced aspects like his religious use of flat colors.
Qin is no stranger to the artistic game. He’s been creating art and drawing since the second grade. But it wasn’t until third grade when art took over his life.
Brooklyn-based Kurt Perschke, 46, brainstormed deep into the night 15 years ago, dropping design after design of complex shapes over black and white photocopies. Nothing felt quite right. He was working on a public arts commission for the Arts in Transit program in St. Louis where he lived and taught at the time. Though in his youth the Chicago-native envisioned maybe becoming a wildlife biologist or a psychologist — his mom wanted him to be an architect — he got an MFA in ceramics sculpture from Rochester Institute of Technology in 1997. Thereafter, Perschke built a reputation due to his persistence with multiple media, including ceramic, glass, steel, inflatable, video, collage and set design for dance.
Red Ball Project
Finally, on a whim and a bit exasperated, while continuing sketches for the Arts in Transit commission, Perschke drew something much simpler. It was a giant red sphere smushed beneath an overpass in a bland part of the city. The absurdity – the “risk” – of it – made him laugh. It was only then that he had the “ah ha” moment, or rather the “ha ha” moment, and he felt he was onto something.