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The Quiet Pioneer

If you’ve ever seen a Julie Anderson ceramics installation, you know how awe-inspiring they are. If you haven’t, well, you’re missing out. The Steamboat artist’s large-scale works are impressive to say the least.

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Speaking Up

If you’ve ever seen a Julie Anderson ceramics installation, you know how awe-inspiring they are. If you haven’t, well, you’re missing out. The Steamboat artist’s large-scale works are impressive to say the least.

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The Art of Resiliency

If you’ve ever seen a Julie Anderson ceramics installation, you know how awe-inspiring they are. If you haven’t, well, you’re missing out. The Steamboat artist’s large-scale works are impressive to say the least.

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The Purest Essence

Imagine closing your eyes, sound bathing you, triggering ancient networks in your body that signal all is safe, all is calm. Your breathing becomes deeper, your muscles relax and you feel anxiety slipping away. Recent studies show that sound baths, a popular form of holistic health, can do just that, yet sound healing can be traced back to ancient civilizations in Greece, Egypt and India where vibrations were said to calm inner storms or chaos.

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Accessible or Elitist?

We’re all familiar with the “art snob” stereotype: black turtleneck and designer glasses, a glass of fine wine in hand. They’re at an art gallery, discussing the work with a dismissive and condescending air, opening their wallet to fund only the most high-brow exhibits. This isn’t a character you’d ever find in Steamboat Springs … right?

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Dancing Outside the Box

What do trash truck drivers, firefighters, utility line workers, softball players, swimmers, soil testers, tree trimmers, and watershed protection backhoe drivers have in common? They are “virtuosic movers” when seen through the creative lens of choreographer Allison Orr.

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A Ranching Community

In the summer of 1959, I got a job working on a stock ranch near Steamboat Springs, Colorado. So when college ended, I threw my father’s old saddle in the back of the car, along with some other belongings, and started west.

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