look east, there's a movement going on
Imagine between the mountains, surrounded by the greenery, under the moon’s light sits a place to gather, to sing, to experience art and entertainment. For 55 years, the Jenny Wiley Amphitheater has ...
Magic. The Postman. The Great Bambino. Not many figures have the resume under their belts to be known by a nickname alone. But a legend in its own right, in rolls a car with enough mystique and ...
In the urban arena, museums, classes, art hops, and an artist’s impression is vast and apparent. Artistry has a certain “look”. In rural Appalachia, is it possible that the most apparent art has ...
The days have been ticking down for the leaves to start dropping, the wind to slightly chill, and the decorations to be proudly prepared, all to signal that the time you’ve been waiting for is finally ...
It was the summer of 1964, and as the house lights came up, the first notes from the overture of South Pacific drifted into the treetops. The first production at Jenny Wiley Amphitheatre was brought ...
There is something enchanting about the warm glow of Christmas lights lining rooftops, spiraling around porch columns, and shimmering through neighborhood windows. They fill our heads with ...
