Posts Tagged ‘Prescott College’

  • A new look at ‘A New Look’: Students inspired by Dana Cohn showcased at The Raven Café

    Aug 26, 16 • ndemarino • 5enses, FeatureNo CommentsRead More »

    By James Dungeon [Editor’s note: The following interview was culled from conversations between the reporter and Emma Fenton and Billy Rose, all of whom are showing pieces at “A New Look: Art Under the Auspices of Dana Cohn,” which runs Sept. 12-Oct. 16 at The Raven Café, 142 N. Cortez St., 928-717-0009. The opening reception is 5-7 p.m. Wednesday, Sept. 14.] Before we get to some of the artists featured in the show, Betsy Dally and Maria Lynam, the art directors of The Raven Café, wanted to explain the idea behind it. “So many of our friends and acquaintances have started their careers at the local colleges,” Lynam said. “Both Yavapai College and Prescott College are fortunate in having inspired instructors. Dana Cohn teaches painting at both institutions and we thought it would be a good introduction to the community to show them what can be achieved.” “Once we decided [on the show] … we selected work that includes oils,acrylic, watercolor and pastel,” Dally added. “It is from students who are in their teens to those whose interest in art blossomed in retirement.” ***** What was your art background before taking a class with Dana Cohn and what were your early impressions? Fenton: I’d only taken one art class before, and that was “Drawing 1” at Yavapai College, so painting was completely new. I’d kind of dabbled in painting on

  • Plant of the Month: Camphorweed

    Aug 26, 16 • ndemarino • 5enses, Plant of the MonthNo CommentsRead More »

    By Lisa Zander Our plant of the month first caught my eye in early spring as it sprouted in profusion along the Prescott-area roads I bike and run. Curious about this plant that I’d never noticed before, I plucked off a small piece of a sticky, egg-shaped leaf that pointed skyward. When I crushed the leaf, a strong aroma was released. I became intrigued with this mystery forb and kept a watchful eye as it grew taller. As the spring and summer months went by, my frequent sightings of these same sticky basal leaves left me slightly concerned about the invasive nature of this common road-side weed. When it finally bloomed in late August, the big reveal were rowdy clusters of bright yellow disc and ray flowers — this plant was a member of the Asteraceae, the Aster Family. More specifically, through the Yavapai County Native and Naturalized Plants website, I identified the plant as Camphorweed (Heterotheca subaxillaris), and was surprised to learn that it is native to our area. And that aroma? As often is the case, the strong smell belayed the plant’s medicinal chemical compounds. The late herbalist, Michael Moore (not to be confused with the documentary filmmaker of the same name) wrote that Camphorweed can be used as an antiseptic and antifungal and that an ointment made from the plant may help to ease pain and inflammation

  • The beauty we love: Road trip reflections on living, loving, & dancing

    Jul 1, 16 • ndemarino • 5enses, FeatureNo CommentsRead More »

    By Delisa Myles Last month at the end of the semester and also the end of my twenty-two year teaching career at Prescott College I took a road trip north to Colorado traveling with good friends Liz Faller, my colleague at Prescott College, who also retired from teaching dance at Prescott College this year, and Paul Moore a long-time creative collaborator. We were headed to a dance retreat hosted by former student Nathan Montgomery. His family owns what they call The Mesa, 150 acres of high desert pinon/juniper forest and sandstone rim-rock, protected by a conservation easement, just outside of Ridgway. We were met there by five other dance artist friends coming from around the country. It was a perfect time to visit a new place, unplug, and take a little space to acknowledge this threshold into a different phase of life. When we arrived to the land, we were met by students of Nathan’s who blindfolded us and led us on a sensory trek up to where we would be camping. We stopped along the way to listen to songs from our guides and prompts for us to dance from the inspirations of what we sensed around us. We traversed unseen pathways, each of us with a personal guide, winding our way through rocks and grasses, through forests of shadowy trees. Finally we were seated on throne-like rocks where

  • Age-old questions: Choreography in the Community program challenges assumptions about young, not-as-young

    Apr 1, 16 • ndemarino • 5enses, Moving ArtsNo CommentsRead More »

    By Delisa Myles What’s it like to be your age? What assumptions do you make about people who are 10- to 12-years-old? People 18- to 24-years-old? And what about people 55 or older? Those were the first questions we asked ourselves as we began an intergenerational performance project with Prescott College students, Skyview School fifth and sixth graders, and members of the larger Prescott community who were 55 or older. The impetus for all of this was — and still is — Choreography in the Community, a course I’ve taught at Prescott College off and on since 2000. This year’s culminating performance, “The Web of Us: Past, Present, and Future,” is coming up on Friday, April 29 (more info below). I’m directing it with Breanna Rogers, the dance teacher at Skyview School. Looking back to that first year, before the participants first met as a group, Breanna and I invited them to make a few assumptions about the other age groups they’d be working with. “Be honest,” we challenged them. “What do you really think about people in those age groups?” Here are some of the thoughts that came to light: People in fifth and sixth grade are … imaginative and adventurous, insecure about themselves and their bodies, worried about being cool and fitting in, worried about how they dress, worried about how they wear their hair, worried about how

  • The potential of dance: Reflections on the Prescott College Dance Alumni Reunion

    Feb 5, 16 • ndemarino • 5enses, Moving Arts49 CommentsRead More »

    By Delisa Myles So many faces. So many dances. So many memories and emotions whirling around in the past and present. It’s February, but I’m still thinking about the Prescott College Dance Alumni Reunion from November. It brought together people from 45 years of dance at Prescott College — from the early 1970s when Heather Starsong first taught dance classes, and up to students who are enrolled now. It’d be a cliché to say that lifelong friendships began in those dance classes. And it’d also be true. The reunion, held Nov. 6-8 in 2015, was an opportunity for alumni and alumni-to-be to touch back into their strong roots at Prescott College, to meet new people and to celebrate dance. Liz Faller, my colleague of 22 years in the dance program (who also coordinated the event) and I kicked off the weekend with “Coming Home,” a dance improvisation mixer. Alumni performed, took and taught workshops, and got to boogie altogether in an epic dance party with live music from Moving Edge Ensemble. Throughout the weekend, I was impressed by the amazing range of approaches to dance that were shared. It was inspiring to see the diverse directions dance training at Prescott College has spanned out to. From Improvisation to Contemporary Technique, from Butoh to Physical Theater, and African Inspired to Gaga (look it up: GagaPeople.Com), and to movement that defies categorization

  • Shoots & spines: Natural History Book Club plants a seed

    Feb 5, 16 • ndemarino • 5enses, FeatureNo CommentsRead More »

    By Robert Blood [Editor’s note: The following interview was culled from conversations between the reporter and Marilyn McCarthy, one of the facilitators of the Natural History Book Club, a program via Prescott College’s Natural History Institute. The club meets 9:30-11 a.m. the third Friday of each month at the Natural History Institute, 312 Grove Ave. Find out more at Prescott.Edu/natural-history-institute.] How did the Natural History Book Club get started? I kept telling Lisa Zander (program coordinator and collections manager at the Natural History Institute) about a natural history book club I was part of at a local park in Indianapolis. I wanted to do something like that here. She ran into someone else, Susie Percy, who wanted to do it, and the Natural History Institute, has been gracious enough to sponsor this and allow us a space to hold it. It made sense to me. I want people to see their facility, the things they do there, the free lectures, and the whole library they have. … I met Lisa at the Natural History Institute when I came to a new program they were doing last year, “Live Nude(Plant)s,” where they would bring out plant and butterfly specimens for people to draw. My husband and I live close to the institute and had researched the area before moving here almost two years ago. I was a master naturalist in Indiana,

  • Chasing the sublime: Russell Johnson learns, relearns, and re-relearns to paint, see

    Oct 2, 15 • ndemarino • 5enses, Portfolio7,642 CommentsRead More »

    By James Dungeon The route looked safe enough, but it almost killed him. Russell Johnson was hiking the Grand Canyon with a friend in 2001 when he detoured under an overhang. “I took a step and there was this sheer drop off. Rocks went tumbling into the water,” Johnson said. “It was scary. There was nothing beautiful about it in that moment.” But there was a singularity that arrested his attention. He didn’t know it then, but that was something he needed to evoke in his landscape paintings. That moment has since become a touchstone. “It’s close to what’s called ‘the sublime,’” Johnson said. “I’m trying to transport you to an experience or a place in my paintings. Often, those places are beautiful, too, but I’m trying to balance that place and that moment.” Johnson’s paintings are a dynamic, refreshing beacon in an otherwise crowded field of Western landscapes. Refining that style, however, has a been a journey that’s been neither singular nor entirely linear. “For a long time, I wasn’t sure what I was trying to articulate with my artwork,” Johnson said. “I needed some purpose and contextual background for what I was doing. … I needed some help.”   Outside pursuits Growing up in Prescott, a middle child among 10, Johnson had two favorite places — his room and the great outdoors. “I was able to get lost

  • Brushwork: Robin Lieske (reluctantly, triumphantly) embraces a new medium

    Jun 5, 15 • ndemarino • 5enses, Portfolio6,800 CommentsRead More »

    By James Dungeon She’d put it off for nearly 55 years. But,after resettling in Prescott around 2006, printmaker Robin Lieske finally picked up a paintbrush. “It was time to do painting,” Lieske said. “I’d put it off long enough.” Her introduction to the medium wasn’t exactly encouraging, though. “It felt like somebody had amputated my arm from the elbow down and just stuck a stick in it,” she said. Over the decades, the physicality of printmaking had taken its toll on her, but Lieske wasn’t ready to hang up the proverbial palette. Painting was supposed to herald her artistic rebirth. Instead, the lodestone had proven to be millstone. “Truthfully?” Lieske said. “I hated painting.”   Life & art The middle child of five, Lieske grew up in Minneapolis mesmerized by the works of Goya, Michelangelo, and Velázquez in her parents’ Met Museum of Art books. She started drawing as a child, but decided to pursue the sciences rather than the liberal arts when she enrolled in Prescott College in 1971. “I didn’t last long, though,” Lieske said. “All I wanted to do was draw.” While she was there, she was inspired by Western photographer Jay Dusard, whom she cited as her first graphic arts teacher. Lieske dropped out but stayed in the area for about seven years. During this period, she met her now husband-of-40-some years, Bill, started a family,

  • Gutsy measures: A tale of the amazing microbiome

    May 1, 15 • ndemarino • 5enses, Feature18 CommentsRead More »

    By Erica Ryberg Michael Hurst struggled with gastrointestinal issues almost from birth. By the time he was in his 20s, those issues had developed into a full-blown case of scarring colitis, one that surgeons told him could only be treated by removing his colon. He didn’t like the idea, but the doctors said it was the end of the line. You as superorganism Sometime between your conception and birth, the bacteria arrived from your mother, taking up residence in your infant guts and digging in for the long haul. Your body, it turned out, was a fertile microbial substrate, and you, when you were born, were more of a confederation than a sovereign nation. From an evolutionary viewpoint, this partnership is nothing new. Eukaryotes, the cell lines from which all animals, plants, fungi, and protists arise, are by definition chimeras; in these cells dwell legions of tiny, interdependent mitochondria, former bacteria turned energy factories complete with their own DNA. The microbial mat, hence, is but another layer, albeit one that contains 8 million genes to your 23,000. It’s this genetic wealth that scientists call the microbiome. The organisms themselves are collectively known as microbiota. The process of colonization that began in utero picked up dramatically after you were born. If you came out the old-fashioned way, the trip down your mother’s birth canal was a richly microbial experience — for

  • Environmental influences: Micah Riegner cross-pollinates art and science

    Nov 28, 14 • ndemarino • 5enses, Portfolio6,750 CommentsRead More »

    By James Dungeon It’s hard not to have a guttural reaction to scorched chaparral, especially in Yavapai County. Recent history aside, its stark contrast with verdant foliage is a siren’s call, tempting the eye along a push-pull of contrasts. Linger, though, and you’ll miss something special. “Down the way: a coyote standing in the middle of the road,” said Walt Anderson, a Prescott College professor, recounting a field trip with his “Interpreting Nature Through Art and Photography” class. “It was rather peculiar, standing there on a high-traffic road,” said Walt, who, until then, had been pointing out the impacts of the Doce and Yarnell Hill fires. “Then, out came the bobcat.” It was a singular moment. The kind that clarifies your place in the natural world. Blink. And it’s gone. Only one of Walt’s students —the one who alerted him to the coyote — was present enough to snap a photo. “That was Micah Riegner,” Walt said. “What can I say? He’s always prepared.” At 21-years-old, Micah’s already an accomplished international birder and tour guide who’s worked with expeditions that have documented new species of birds in the Amazon. He credits much of his success as a naturalist to the influence of art. “Whenever you sketch something, it forces you to spend more time looking at it,” Micah said. “Then, suddenly, you can see subtle things you didn’t see before.” In

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