Huck Finn had his river, Kerouac his road, Ishmael his sea. Sham has his abandoned buildings. All 21 of them. Eighteen abandoned, two under construction, one still operational. Ten cities. Thirty-five hours of exploration.
Williamson struggled with processing the emotional weight of living in what seemed like relentlessly unprecedented times. "At the time, I was thinking about them as... a place to capture competing, strong emotions."
How art can grow from Midwestern roots.
Soon, nurses saw the gulf widen between their values and those of an increasingly commodified healthcare system.
What’s left of domestic glass manufacturing in the U.S. remains concentrated in the Rust Belt–eight of the industry’s top ten employers are in Pennsylvania, New York, and the Midwest. But studio glassblowing is adding relevance to a material long forgotten by many communities shaped by it. Today, the Rust Belt is home to three of the United States’ top five hubs for glass studios.
Life-long educator and poet Doralee Brooks named new Poet Laureate for Allegheny County.
Given that the Mattress Factory once made literal mattresses, the place where dreams most often form in our minds, it feels fitting that it’s now a site for collective dreaming.
People like Sie and Scar and Dani and Frances are the future of skateboarding; they are part of a major sea change that will not only shift the demographics of skateboarding, it will also fundamentally alter its ethos. These are the new stewards of skateboarding.
In the aftermath of the derailment, which released toxic chemicals into the streams and air around East Palestine, many are wondering how the country’s regulations around rail traffic could have allowed a train with 20 cars of hazardous material not to be considered a “high hazard.”
If the City Museum was a tribute to industrial repurposing, Cementland was meant to be its pinnacle.
While visiting the cow in person, the level of engagement between fellow viewers and the cow was high... people stayed for much longer than the average person stares at a Rothko painting in a museum.
“By the hoboes, for the hoboes, of the hoboes.”