Strolling through the Orientation Gallery of Phoenix’s Musical Instrument Museum, there is one instrument in particular that is almost impossible to miss. One could even say that it is the elephant in the room: it is nearly as enormous and very rarely discussed.
These are the first words that came to mind after meeting Jace Williams, a somewhat reserved Cave Creek 14-year-old who attends Cactus Shadows High School. Jace is not your typical Arizona teenager; he’s part of the USA Trampoline and Tumbling Gymnastics Team and is headed for St. Petersburgh, Russia this November to compete in the prestigious World Age Group Competition (WAGC) in trampoline.
Not everyone knows what they want to be when they grow up at three years old. However, 14-year-old North Scottsdale resident Avery Gay knew from the second she stepped out on stage for her first ballet recital that dancing was not only her journey, but also her destination.
When Michael Phelps’ mother first enrolled him in swim classes at a local aquatics center in his hometown of Baltimore, Maryland, he didn’t take to it like a fish to water. In fact, he was so afraid to get his face wet that his teacher started him on his back to foster a better sense of comfort in the water. From that shaky beginning, the rest is Olympic history.
From the breathtaking beauty of the red rocks, to the scent of sage- and mesquite-covered mesas, to the soul-soothing sounds of the high desert, for many, Sedona is a cathedral without walls. Love is the doctrine here, and it is spoken in one thousand different languages.
On the corner of a well-worn jeweler’s bench is a black and white photograph of a handsome young man in a military uniform. His hair is neatly groomed into a single wave and polished with pomade, and even without color, the sun gleams brightly from the gold buttons on his jacket. In the corner, handwritten in once-black Bic pen ink is the notation, “1943.”
A massive, illuminated lace ribbon, hand-crocheted by over 100 volunteers will twist, dip, soar and envelop visitors at Scottsdale Public Art’s annual Canal Convergence Nov. 9–18 on the Arizona Canal.
Seth Fairweather is comfortable in silence. Slow with a smile, he is frugal with his words, relinquishing them quietly and without hyperbole. His black shirt and faded black jeans underscore his reticence, and a brow deep in thought hoods his blue eyes.
Fall is finally here, and this pumpkin spice cake is dense, moist and full of fall flavors—without being overly sweet!
If art were words, Andy Burgess would be a master of anthologies. He would write about bygone eras in American history one post-war decade at a time, waxing eloquently about their illusory idealism and the rosy hope that has fed the American dream since before statehood.
