We'll be taking a break from posting blogs over the holidays, but the museum will still be open on select days! Come in from winter fun to warm up and enjoy art!
Happy Holidays from FWMoA!
Los Días de Los Muertos
Los Días de Los Muertos, the Days of the Dead, are celebrated around the world. In this post, Collections Information Specialist Suzanne Slick tells the history of the celebrations and how you, and FWMoA, take part in remembering our dead.
Reality Check: Judgement Calls
On August 24 Amanda Shepard, FWMoA COO, was privileged to judge the purchase prizes for the Kekionga Plein Air Paint Out. Though we all make private judgements of art, the stakes go up when we in the art world must select public winners from a group of highly competent artists. But who is Amanda to judge? Find out why she picked what she did, and the methods she taps into for coming to her conclusions in this "Reality Check".
Art Term Tuesday: I Madonnari
Kaitlin Binkley, Marketing Coordinator With Chalk Walk just around the corner, I decided to delve deeper into the art of street painting and its long history around the world, beginning in Italy with the I Madonnari! Street painters at work. Photo by Kevin R. Mullett Street painters at work. Photo by Kevin R. Mullett. In …
Meet Me @ FWMoA!
Elizabeth Goings, Exhibition Content Manager I wear a lot of different hats at FWMoA. I write and edit text for almost all of our exhibitions, lead our adult tour groups, and keep our exhibition calendar in order, just to name a few. But one of my favorite parts of my job is our “Meet Me …
Confession: I’m a Chalk Walk Wimp
As sure as the sun will rise and turn Main Street into a frying pan at the peak of an Indiana summer, FWMoA will, every July, organize the area’s largest community art project—Chalk Walk. In 2007, as a first-time and unpaid intern at FWMoA, I had the privilege of stepping in at the last minute to create the artwork for the square of the event’s lead sponsor. I was markedly more flexible, heat tolerant, and responsibility-free then, making me the ideal candidate to spend 14 hours on the baking pavement rubbing my fingertips away in the name of art. I haven’t participated since.