“Harriet Tubman” Heads to Piccolo, Stops in Beaufort
Written by Editor
Tuesday, 24 April 2012 11:33
Natalie's Daise's original play, "Becoming Harriet Tubman" has been selected by the Piccolo Spoleto Festival of Charleston to run during the internationally-recognized festival. But first, she is giving one night to her home town, Saturday, May 19 at 7:30pm. Natalie will perform her show at ARTworks, in Beaufort Town Center, where she thrilled audiences with it last year.Tickets are $17 per person, $12 for students (13+), $7 for children (12 and under) and $12 for groups of 10 or more, available online at www.artworksinbeaufort.org and 379-2787.
The Art Market at Historic Honey Horn, a juried fine art and craft outdoor festival, is set for April 28th and 29th on Hilton Head Island. The Coastal Discovery Museum is pleased to announce that artwork in media including: clay, wood, fibers, metals, glass, jewelry, watercolors, oil, mixed media and photography will be on display and for sale.
Strawberries are the first fruit to come into season in the Lowcountry. When the strawberry farms open, we flock out to the fields to get our first taste of spring. Strawberries can be traced back to the Greeks and the Romans. Medieval stonemasons carved strawberry designs on altars and around the tops of pillars in churches and cathedrals, symbolizing perfection and righteousness.
The Charles Street Gallery presents new work by Benton Lutz, April 20 through May 5, 2012. Meet the artist at the opening reception, 5:30-until on Friday, April 20th, with live music by the Side Street Walkers. Lutz is well-known in the Lowcountry for his thoughtful humor, visual storytelling and daring paintbrush.
Even when John Morris Russell speaks to a small group, there is an energy level that cannot be denied. The newly named music director and principal conductor of the Hilton Head Symphony Orchestra simply can’t seem to help himself as he waves his arms and gestures into the air, with expressions of passion and joy, as if he were on stage conducting a Joseph Haydn symphony.
Last week, I had occasion to sing with my choir at the funeral of a long-time member of our church. This happens from time to time. I’m a little odd – and possibly creepy – in that I kind of enjoy these final rites of passage that many attend out of duty, love and respect… but basically dread. Maybe “enjoy” isn’t the right word, exactly. But I always feel privileged to be among those who are mourning the loss of someone dear, privileged to help ease their pain through music, and maybe – in some small way – just through my presence.
The Backyard Tourist offers up some practical and professional advice on how to make every picture count.
As soon as the sun comes out for good each spring in the Lowcountry, the azaleas explode, ornamental fruit trees pop, and all manner of wildlife joins the chorus. Meanwhile a ubiquitous clicking signals one of two things: the marsh at low tide crawling with fiddler crabs or the annual return of The Non-Indigenous Shutterbug, (known in scientific circles as Photographicas Ohio).
After our last issue hit the street, a few of you emailed or Facebooked me to ask, “Where’s your column?!” You have no idea how touched I was to know you missed me – or at least noticed my absence. And though the vast majority of you didn’t email or Facebook me, I trust you’re silently longing for an explanation, too.