Beyond Telluride

Each time we travel we have a choice. We can be a tourist or a traveler. In my younger life I was always a traveler. I backpacked through South America, teaching English along the way, exchanging room and board for language lessons and trying my...

By the time Veronica Novak holds up a piece of paper and asks if the three other adults are comfortable with “the statement,” we know where this is headed. This moment happens just a few seconds after the lights have come up. The play starts mid-scene...

On April 11, the Denver Art Museum (DAM) announced  the receipt of a $1.75 million gift from the Andrew W. Mellon Foundation that will continue the transformation of the museum’s textile art department. A grant of $1.5 million in the form of a challenge to...

One of the most common criticisms I hear about raising kids in Telluride is the lack of culture. This always puzzles me because I’m fairly certain that if I lived in a city, I wouldn’t be taking my children to the symphony, the opera or...

Editor’s note: Telluride Inside… and Out’s monthly (more or less) column, Tall Tales, is so named because contributor Mark Stevens is one long drink of water. He is also long on talent. Mark is the author of “Antler Dust” and “Buried by the Roan,” both...

[caption id="attachment_27084" align="alignright" width="225"] The sacred mountain, Kailash[/caption] More than 30 years ago, I saw the Dalai Lama on German TV, laughing and joking as he likes to do. And I was appalled. I wondered self-righteously how the exiled leader of a country in utter despair...

"Signature Theatre’s revival of August Wilson’s Piano Lesson brings a timely reminder of how consoling, how restorative, how emotionally sustaining great theatre can be," Charles Isherwood, The New York Times [caption id="attachment_26471" align="alignright" width="300"] Scene, August Wilson's "The Piano Lesson[/caption] Stephen King would have taken the story...

[caption id="attachment_26439" align="alignright" width="150"] Kandinsky[/caption] On a two-day whirlwind trip to the Big Apple, we hung with a group of artists who lived at the same time and were similar in the fact they marched to their own drum. Or drums. Since their chosen paths were...