Versatility is a prime example of artistic growth, and Harrison Dolan has been diving into it in his own way. Outside of being the drummer of the Providence funk soul band Grizzlies — which started at the University Of Rhode Island — the Mahopac, New York native and former Kingston resident has been exploring all sides of his artistic talents with his solo music.
After nearly four years at the helm overseeing numerous exhibits, solo shows and talks, Sarah Swift is stepping down as Gallery Director at the Hera Gallery, with her time in charge of the gallery officially coming to a close Monday.
“It’s been such a great run (at Hera),” Swift said. “I have so many positive things to say about my time I’ve spent there.”
Things have gotten wild at the Wickford Art Association as the annual Fur, Feathers, Fins exhibition, which features art inspired by a wide variety of creatures both big and small in a wide variety of mediums, is on display at the North Kingstown gallery now through March 7.
Composer and lyricist Stephen Sondheim wrote a bouncy song for the musical “Assassins” that says, “Everybody’s got the right to their dreams.”
For 15 years, Sherri Rosen-Mason has been focused on bringing diversity to the enrollment at Hillcrest, a boarding school in New Hampshire where she is head of admissions. She’s proud of her incremental success.
It’s plainly evident that many people are eating too much. But several serious eating disorders can be harder to see, especially when they deliberately hide the problem. Recent research indicates that pandemic-related stay-at-home orders have ramped up anorexia, bulimia and binge-eating disorders.
Professional sporting events have never been entirely about the game. Team owners, player sponsorships, media contracts, ticket sales, and merchandising licenses are the playgrounds of big business. But the tiniest of offensive players, the novel coronavirus, has upended the sporting world. It has become a matter of great debate whether your grandmother or your favorite sports star should have priority for a vaccine.
I never tire of observing shooting stars, as long as the activity keeps up so I don’t fall asleep. So with exceptionally clear skies and a relatively warm temperature of 42 degrees (not bad for the Geminids), last December I settled down in a lounge chair on my back porch to scan the heavens for meteors blazing across the sky.
I started my observing session on Dec. 13 at 10 p.m. and ended it at 11:30 p.m. During that 90-minute span I counted 20 Geminids. Nothing spectacular. No brilliant fireballs. A few shooting stars rivaled the brightness of Orion’s Rigel. Many were much dimmer. Regardless, the frequency of these meteors streaking through the Earth’s atmosphere was sufficient enough to maintain my interest.