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The Sasse: Where love stories develop between art and viewer | ||||
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Our Stories: where history, community & art meet |
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We carry stories the way landscape carries weather. They shape us, mark us, become part of what we are. Art holds countless such stories. Not a single narrative handed down from authority, but the messy, beautiful accumulation of individual lives meeting this place, this moment, these materials. A quilt stitched from left over fabric during hard times. A photograph of strangers who became someone's ancestors. A contemporary painter wrestling with what home means when home keeps changing. The stories we inherit and the stories we make. What we keep, what we let go, what we transform in the keeping. This is where history becomes personal. A war photograph stops being about dates and becomes about the teenager who never came home. A landscape painting carries forward not just trees and sky but how someone chose to see, what they wanted to remember. The craft traditions passed hand to hand, changing slightly with each generation, holding both continuity and reinvention. Art doesn't just document these stories. It creates space for them to continue. The viewer brings their own inheritance, their own questions about belonging and place. A love affair develops not with answers but with recognition. This matters. This connects. This is part of my story too. We're not looking for THE story. We're creating conditions for discovery, letting each viewer find their own entry point into the countless narratives that make up our shared and deeply personal experience. Because that's what these stories do. They invite us into dialogue. With the past, with each other, with our own understanding of what it means to be from somewhere, to belong to something larger than ourselves while remaining utterly individual. The art holds the door open. Merika Adams Gopaul | Painting near Barrett Junction, 1993 | 742.18.03 |
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