In Feb., the Smith College Museum of Art (SCMA) — now free and open to the public — re-opened their newly renovated third floor after its closing the previous spring.
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On Thursday, I dressed for an outing, put on makeup, and blow dried my hair. This is something I do not get to do very…
As community events shift to online platforms, Smith’s Boutelle-Day Poetry Center is finding new and creative ways of gathering virtually to celebrate the joy of writing. On Tuesday Oct. 6, the Poetry Center hosted a book launch via Zoom for the newly published book of poems “The Map of Every Lilac Leaf.” The book was published in conjunction with the Smith College Museum of Art, and all of the poems draw inspiration from pieces in Smith’s art collection.
As the year progresses, we will see many campus institutions respond to Smith’s “Year on Climate Change.” The “Fragile Earth” installation, located in the Nixon…
This past Friday, I attended “Night at Your Museum 2019,” hosted by the Smith College Museum of Art. The event could be described as a party, an art exhibit and an educational experience combined.
Walking through SCMA’s newest exhibit, I couldn’t get the chorus of The Who’s “Baba O’Riley” out of my head: “Don’t cry / don’t raise your eye / it’s only teenage wasteland.” The song’s otherworldly warning seems to be woven throughout the artwork in “Plastic Entanglements: Ecology, Aesthetics, Materials,” an exhibit that documents the past, present and future of plastics and human existence. The 20th century got to enjoy the thrilling innovations of plastic, inadvertently creating an archive of the costly convenience of daily life. Now, the upcoming waves of youth will inherit what is left of this material’s legacy: an impending wasteland. “Entanglements” confronts the viewer with the medium’s metamorphosis, asking whether the possibilities of plastic can ever make up for the destruction it wreaks.
We’re about to enter the twelfth week of the semester, which means that Thanksgiving break is so close we can smell the pumpkin pie. It also means we’ve been in the throes of midterms for a while now, so I thought I’d share my favorite places to disappear to both on and off campus when things get a little overwhelming.
Upon opening the doors to the exhibit, you immediately lock eyes with a pale woman in a turquoise robe who looks out from her ornate frame with a small smile. She is one of the few in the gallery who will actually make eye contact with you; the rest of the women gaze demurely at things out of sight as if they are wishing for something their gilded world cannot give them.
HODL! HODL! HODL! Blockchain! Decentralization! These are just some of new terms that will be featured in the museum’s bathroom walls as the Smith Museum…
When she was eleven, Yao Wu was pulled aside by her mother and faced with the critical decision that every Chinese student has to make.