Posted in 2024

Glass white and pink pillow, folded and on the floor. Heidi Schwegler | Existential Action Thriller (EAT)
The North View Gallery is excited to announce our spring show, Existential Action Thriller (EAT), featuring new work by artist Heidi Schwegler. Posted March 10, 2024
Sweet Land poster with images of two performers from the opera. Sweet Land Screenings
The North View Gallery is pleased to host two screenings of Sweet Land, an experimental opera by The Industry. Posted March 9, 2024
Profile of powerful Black women. Godhead Preview and workshop
Bring your story ideas and your imagination to this?workshop about making interactive webcomics?led by Carmi Tronci Bell. Posted March 8, 2024
Artwork in the gallery Jenene Nagy
The Weight Dates: March 6 – May 4, 2024 Artist talk and gallery reception: Thursday, April 18, 11am-1pm Gallery hours: […] Posted March 6, 2024
(promotional image description) image of five people carrying a large quilt in a desert near the mountains Managed Retreat by Dawn Stetzel
Exhibition dates: March 7, 2024 – April 13, 2024 Opening event: Thursday, March 7, 5-8pm Gallery hours: Wednesdays – Fridays, […] Posted February 25, 2024
Image of hero with blue face wearing a winged helmet. Sunkeepers Screening
Part of the Refractions Screening Series made possible through a grant from the Regional Arts and Culture Council (RACC). Posted February 22, 2024
Artwork Michael Fujita
Sticks and Stones Dates: January 25 – February 23, 2024 Artist talk and gallery reception: Wednesday, February 14, 11am-1pm Gallery […] Posted February 20, 2024
Form of Indeterminate Purpose by W. Vandoren Wheeler May 3 Social worker dropped it off: only thing left in Dad’s lastest apartment. She said she found it set in the exact center of the living room. Typical Dad, no note. Oblique little trash obelisk. May 7 No contact from Dad for days—no letter, no nothing. No trace, online or elsewhere. He is gone. Gone gone. May 18 I must assume Dad left this worthless trinket for me, but it’s not anything I remember. Started searching through old photographs, scanning backgrounds of snapshots and polaroids. Borrowed a slide projector to cycle through the family shoebox. Late into the night, the carousel’s shu-kah, shu-kah. Stared past us to scan countertops, bookshelves, terra cotta pots-their black holes of soil from which off-green plants spring…. Found nothing. June 11 Sent the mystery token off to a lab. They ran the basics, came back with the obvious: 3.729 ounces, ceramics of unknown origin, 13 gauge steel wire for internal structural support, oxidized by Father Time. “Form of indeterminate purpose.” Wow, thanks. June 16 Not only do I not have any, today I realized I would stomp-squash any hope might sprout. What I do have is this clue. The form is the thing. I can hold it, this solid artifact. This key. I’m turning it into a totem, an unread message. June 22 Sent that stupid mute trash amulet to a better lab, somewhere upstate. Coughed up for the works. June 25 Carbon dating puts it at 1972. Good start, but waiting for results from all available separatory methods: selective precipitation, filtration, complexation, osmosis, Form of Indeterminate Purpose
Forms of Indeterminate Purpose by W. Vandoren Wheeler Posted February 17, 2024