By Jenna Jacobs The first time I walked I observed a sign spinner on the street corner. I thought to myself, “how is his work any different than what I am doing?” He definitely had more freedom in his actions, but all he was doing was a series of moves that he had...
BY ERIN RIOLA As the gallery filled with people, a roar of chatter filled the room. Filtering in amongst the voices were footsteps with intention, and a soulful pop voice singing “…I would only be in your way,” on repeat— louder or quieter depending on the...
