• Charles Burchfield, Journals, February 24, 1936

      Friday, February 27, 2015

      On the way up the hill (difficult going, deep soggy drifts) I was overcome with the beauty of the day, it did not seem possible the world could be so beautiful, and I felt anew my utter baseness, and unworthiness of such delights.

    • Feb28

      Tour  |  DOCENT-LED TOUR OF THE BURCHFIELD PENNEY

      Saturday, February 28, 2015, 2–3 pm

      Docent-led tours of the Burchfield Penney are offered every Thursday, Saturday and Sunday at 2pm, and are free with gallery admission.

    • Mar 1

      Tour  |  DOCENT-LED TOUR OF THE BURCHFIELD PENNEY

      Sunday, March 1, 2015, 2–3 pm

      Docent-led tours of the Burchfield Penney are offered every Thursday, Saturday and Sunday at 2pm.

    • Mar 3

      Reading  |  An Evening with Marge Piercy

      Tuesday, March 3, 2015, 7:30–9 pm

      Knopf published the paperback of Marge Piercy’s 18th poetry book THE HUNGER MOON recently; her 19th, MADE IN DETROIT, is scheduled for March.

    • Jesse Walp

      Jesse Walp is a woodworker and furniture designer who has exhibited and taught throughout the United States.

    • Alexander O. Levy

      Alexander O. Levy (1881-1947) was a painter, illustrator, printmaker, and designer. 

    • David Moog

      David Moog is a Western New York artist. He was educated at St. Lawrence University, the Rochester Institute of Technology, and the University of Buffalo.  

    • Practice Makes Progress

      Monday, December 29, 2014

      Although each artist’s style and technique may be in a constant state of evolution, it’s always interesting to examine the path of refinement and skill development each one has decided to explore.

    • Ross Barbera’s Watercolor Pendants

      Tuesday, December 16, 2014

      Unlike most watercolor works of art, Ross Barbera uses what is considered a light and liquid medium on hard, raw surfaces.

    • Hannah Hoch: Dada Artist Or?

      Tuesday, December 16, 2014

      Have you ever felt out of place? Like you didn’t belong? Do you think art sometimes doesn’t make sense?