Monthly Archives: September, 2004

"It is really a bizarre program in that there is no set formula. We are dealing with human beings."

For more than 18 months, SAIC’s administration has been working in collaboration with the faculty to redesign the First Year Program.

Poetry by Deborah Brandon

I can tell by the way you are walking. One foot tilted, a bit of a limp, I’d go so far as to say.

You now long for the days when formalism was limited to evenly spaced pepperoni amidst the green peppers or when conceptuality was reserved for the days when you had to figure out how to move the furniture around for the carpet cleaners.

As the fall semester approaches, this is a good time to remind the SAIC community about how to use the Print and Drawing Study Room in the museum.

As the fall semester approaches, this is a good time to remind the SAIC community about how to use the Print and Drawing Study Room in the museum.

"The thing that used to frustrate me about painting is something that I’ve come to terms with now, and that is how painfully incremental innovation is within the arena of traditional painting. "

"The thing that used to frustrate me about painting is something that I’ve come to terms with now, and that is how painfully incremental innovation is within the arena of traditional painting. "

"You could stand on top of a building and see the parts, the ruin... you could feel the death.”

"Just that sense of millions of real, everyday Americans acting out of selfless love of their country is a beautiful thing and that is what keeps me hopeful."

"I am convinced that museums are obliged to build on behalf of their public a rich and diverse collection of the world’s art and the art of our time."

Within the next few years this radioactive waste “disguised” as semi-trucks, freight trains and barges will begin to traverse the countryside using all of America’s important trade routes, including Interstates 90 and 94, and Lake Michigan, coming within 1/2 mile of at least fifty million Americans.

It all started when Steve Kurtz called 911. On the morning of May 11, 2004, Steve Kurtz woke up to find that his wife of 20 years, Hope Kurtz, was no longer breathing.