Inside the United Church of Hyde Park, sloping arabesque pillars frame the altar where Cincinnati chamber folk outfit The Happy Maladies are preparing for soundcheck.
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A more perfect union
by Isabel Ochoa Gold •
“I hate zucchini,” one little boy, clutching a cluster of grapes, declared to two artists. He was one of the impossibly large hoard of hip children running through the halls of the Southside Hub of Production on Saturday night. “I…
Things Past
by Patrick Leow •
The past is a foreign country ripe for exploration in “On Making Things Matter,” the Southside Hub of Production’s last show in their Fenn House home. On four floors dedicated to the themes of memory and leaving, artists explore the…
Out of Context
by Hannah Nyhart •
“Intimate,” comments Orron Kenyetta, standing in the front room of the Southside Hub of Production (SHoP) on a sunny Sunday afternoon.
Out but not Down
by Patrick Leow •
Just as the modest wooden structure in the yard at 57th and Woodlawn brings together events from different times and places, SHoP was intended from its beginnings in October 2011 to provide a meeting point for differing perspectives. SHoP’s current arrangement, however, will soon be coming to an end in the summer with the expiration of their lease from the Unitarian Church.
Meeting Room
by Bea Malsky •
Last minute preparations for “This House Is Not a Home,” the newest exhibition at the Southside Hub of Production, feel more like plans for an abnormally large dinner party than an art show. I am volunteering this sunny Saturday afternoon…
Open Air
by Sophia Anastazievsky •
Several years ago in Viroqua, Wisconsin (pop. 5,079), a group of serious radio-heads started a community station. The station, Radio Driftless, is now on FM and broadcasts full-time, and since they hit the airwaves, Viroqua has had the radio bug.…
Egypt reels
by Christopher Riehle •
“I find it outrageous that the corporate-sponsored media are saying things like ‘people in Cairo are tired of all the protests,’” said a red-haired lady, looking genuinely affronted as her voice cut through the hush of a retrofitted Victorian living room.
