Identity Amid the Ashes
When one door closes, the saying goes, another opens. Sometimes it slams shut — and so the new portal is that much more dramatic….
When one door closes, the saying goes, another opens. Sometimes it slams shut — and so the new portal is that much more dramatic….
One day some years ago, the Asheville artist Elizabeth Henderson found herself in Indonesia, where she and her diplomat husband were visiting on vacation…
Asheville artist Victoria Pinney freely admits that her creative history doesn’t include formal training in the arts. “I’m a late bloomer,” says Pinney. “I…
Early one morning ten years ago, Cheyenne Trunnell was driving through the mountains of her native Tennessee, going to visit a beloved grandfather dying…
Sometimes the smallest decisions lead to the biggest results. Heading for a degree in sociology and anthropology from Virginia Commonwealth University in the mid-1980s,…
The house introduces itself quietly, its long and low profile resting comfortably in the heavily forested landscape at the northwestern edge of Polk County….
Glass, that most quotidian feature of our manufactured environments, is a playful medium. It can stand by quietly to allow light to pass through…
Keyboardist Brian Turner has more than 60 pianos in his West Asheville studio — quite an accomplishment, considering that the studio is a…
More than a decade ago, Melissa Moss was living in Los Angeles and not loving it. She was an executive in the production end…
One day some years ago, the musician Becky Cleland asked her husband Ben Seymour to find her a plucked psaltery, a many-stringed zither of…