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Check out the coolest new place to rent in Downtown Evansville for your next party

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If you’re looking for a cool, unique place to host your next party, then check out the Arts Council of Southwestern Indiana’s space in Downtown Evansville.

The Arts Council has a first-floor art gallery and a second-floor rooftop event deck, which overlooks Main Street in Downtown.

The unique pairing is unlike any other event rental space in the city, and makes for the perfect place to host a corporate or private event. Both spaces feature fine art from local artists, giving your party interesting atmosphere and plenty to admire.

Best of all, rental fees for hosting an event at the Arts Council help fund our annual calendar of programming — your party is supporting the arts.

Check out some of the key details below, and then reach out to us to book your event at the Arts Council.

Key details

Location: 212 Main St. Downtown Evansville, Indiana 47708
Rate: $100/hour (including set-up and clean-up time)
Accessibility: ADA compliant restrooms and elevator access to the Rooftop Art Deck
Capacity: 100 (Rooftop Art Deck) & 125 (Bower-Suhrheinrich Foundation Gallery)
Catering: host choice, alcohol permitted
Amenities: Including but not limited to 50 black folding chairs, six 6-foot black folding tables, basic kitchenette

For more information

For more information about facility rental, please contact the Arts Council of Southwestern Indiana at (812) 303-3178 during regular business hours, or email Gallery Director Andrea Adams.

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Check out this new exhibit that combines the telephone game with textile art

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Dawn Murtaugh explains the new telephone textile art exhibit

A group of textile artist banded together during lockdown to create a new exhibit inspired by the children’s game of telephone.

You remember the game: One person says something to one person, and that person repeats the phrase to the next, repeated several times until the phrase morphed into something different by the end.

Fifteen members of Studio Art Quilt Associates Indiana chapter decided to play their own version. Over a period of five months, three groups of five artists worked together. One artist would submit a photo, which was interpreted into a quilt by another, that artist took a photo of their quilt and then sent that to another, ultimately resulting in four interpretations of the original photo. The end result is 60 quilts, inspired by 15 photographs. None of the artists were shown the original photos before, or during the process.

“The collaborative experience of a single photo evolving through four interpretations brought an awareness of how we see life from our own perspective, are inspired by others, and share our vision of the world through our own creativity. The results were surprising, sometimes quizzical, but always insightfully creative,” according to an exhibit statement provided by SAQA-IN. Each piece has includes an artists statement to explain their thought process. As part of a new initiative at ARTSWIN, artist statements and entry tags are available in both English and Spanish.

You can view the exhibit April 19-April 30. A closing reception for the show is scheduled for 5 p.m. Saturday, April 30.

Studio Art Quilters Associates, Inc. (SAQA) is a nonprofit organization whose mission is to support the art quilt. https://www.saqa.com/

See something you would like to purchase? Email Andrea Adams at [email protected] for more information.

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Andrea Adams: Thisday and Thatday

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I’ve seen the memes about the days of the week being irrelevant during the stay at home order, and that only Thisday and Thatday exist now. At first, I resisted the idea of complete anarchy of time. I tried to make sure my socks matched every work day and that I didn’t have too much wine at dinner before Friday.

I remember even putting on makeup for my first couple of Zoom calls. Oh, Past Andrea. So naive, so optimistic. Adorable. 

Today, on this Thisday, I am barefoot, and I have abandoned my makeshift desk in the kitchen to stay on my bed (it’s made at least) and work from the Chromebook. I do plan to have a couple of glasses of wine after dinner this evening, as I am attending a recreational Zoom event. I probably won’t even brush my hair for it. Structure and foundation have crumbled for me, someone who has realized lately how much she thrives on timelines and schedules. It was fun to throw routine to the wayside at first. I can wake up after 7:30 a.m.? I don’t need to shower until after lunch? I can eat a bowl of Doritos in bed at 10:30 a.m.? And don’t get me started on what “bedtime” means anymore. 

The novelty is wearing off. I can no longer use seasons of RuPaul’s Drag Race as a clock (I reserve the right to reconsider this when I get to the All Stars seasons). Since time can’t be measured by work hours and weekends off anymore, it’s my mission to find a way to tally mark the days creatively. On Thisday, I draw cartoons of my breakfast and lunch chatting each other up. Thatdays are Crazy Makeup and Costume Days. Tomorrow is Latin Music Day (which may or may not also involve costumes). And Today is obviously Writing the Weekly Blog Day. The new normal is a different normal, and we might as well use these moments alone to make it weird and interesting. 

Andrea Adams is the Gallery Director at the Arts Council of Southwestern Indiana.

Published April 20, 2020

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Andrea Adams: The art of curating a family

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Last week, I opened up about finding moments of creation in small daily acts of art, and it got me thinking about how I view the curation and hanging of exhibits as making my own larger art piece out of many. Arranging 40 unique works of art and making sure nothing is lost or too loud is a task that I certainly ask Anne and Zach to help with every single time. The best moment in hanging a show is when the chaos turns into something cohesive and starts telling a story. It’s a magic that artists are familiar with, I’m sure.

There’s this cat who has been coming around since we’ve been home all the time. She was timid about approaching too close at first, but now (since I started feeding her), she literally will climb the window screen to try to get into my bedroom, presumably to get petted. It’s pretty annoying, but only because I know that I will eventually let her in and then I will have a cat. She’s claimed me as her family and there’s really nothing I can do about it. Did she have a family who was loving her before she started hanging out here? If I start ignoring her, will she go back to them? Will I feel a pang in my heart if I do?

Catherine the Cat

We don’t get to choose what family we start with, but we are certainly at liberty to create or add to one as we learn and love throughout a lifetime. Friends and lovers and coworkers. Ancestors and old high school buddies and artists we admire from afar. Long lost brothers. Pretty calico kitties who sleep on our patio. All these precious and necessary chaotic pieces make a whole and teach us what it means to individualize. It’s a curation project we should never finish because the story we are telling is on-going. When things start making sense, that’s the magic of creating something cohesive.

I feel lucky to be chosen by Catherine the Cat to help her feel safe and loved. I guess her needing me makes me feel that way, too.

Dang it, I have a cat now, don’t I?

Andrea Adams is the Gallery Director for the Arts Council of Southwestern Indiana.

Published April 13, 2020

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Andrea Adams: It’s my turn

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Self portrait

It’s my turn, I guess.

Heh, maybe that’s what I should call this blog.

As an empath, it’s difficult to find my own voice sometimes, and having co-workers who have displayed such polar opposite tones in blogs this week, I’m left reeling in how to go about this. Anne’s first post was so full of genuineness of heart and simplicity, which is spot on how she curates all things in her life. And Zach, well, he’s a professional writer, and there’s no comparing to his super well-thought-out, methodical, intentional musings. I work with brilliant people and it’s hard to live up to sometimes.

So. I will try my best to find and share my own voice here. If you’ve met me, you might have picked up that vulnerability is my bag; my preferred brand of disarming everyone I meet, and a great way to neglect things that are truly bothersome and hidden in my psyche, yadda, yadda, ya…

I’m rambling now, probably another defense mechanism, and certainly a way to procrastinate writing something with substance.

I’ve been thinking about creativity for, you know, obvious reasons that relate to working for the Arts Council, but also because we are all home and the impulse to create comes more often when we have fewer distractions.

People often assume that I make art, but I don’t. I mean, I DO, but not in a fine art way. For me, art is the banana with peanut butter, honey, and cinnamon I’ve been making nearly every day since lockdown. And of course, the little drawings I do at night before bed, or the 3D metal models I work on to ease my anxiety. But I also think it’s the way I have decided to arrange the living room furniture and wall art, or my handwriting when I’m in a good mood. Or the songs I make up about grating cheese (to the tune of Holding Out for a Hero by Bonnie Tyler, “I need to gra-ate! I need to grate cheese for this salad I ma-ade! It’s gonna be good and it’s gonna be right and I’m gonna eat this salad toda-ay”).

With the assumption that I’m an artist, I’m usually asked what media I use to create. Can I say bananas, thin sheet metal, end tables, and cheese graters? Maybe I can just say mixed media; that always fits better on a tag.

There’s a sense of ownership when we create, even if it’s small and we are the only ones who know it exists. Not just ownership of the art created, but in the sacredness and ritual of creation. The process itself is an act of art. My weird self-portraits are always in the same type of notebook, all timestamped in the same format, and kept neatly in a special place (mainly so no one will see them and judge me for how weird they are). Every part of it is important to the whole. Because, trust me, these drawings aren’t the greatest.

Our creations are pieces of ourselves we have allowed out. Even if we keep them in notebooks under our bed, they still managed to sneak beyond the confines of our souls, perhaps in hope that one day, someone might recognize them as bits they hide in their own shadows. They don’t need to be profound, but maybe interesting enough to get an old 80s song stuck in someone else’s head all day. With enough practice of letting the world see us in small ways, perhaps we can relate and connect deeper when we find out it’s not so scary to share our own voices.

Published April 4, 2020

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