The Classroom
We’re not sure if it’s a gallery first or a classroom first, nor are we sure that it matters. It’s a place to engage with artwork and a place to gather - a place to exchange, learn, share, and grow. It is home to occasional workshops, frequent classes, and regular exhibitions, so there is always some new craft, art form, or idea to engage. There are always reasons to return.
The space is filled with a rotating exhibition of work from invited artists, mostly from Michigan, but sometimes from further afield. Inviting artists to show their work is our way of establishing connections to the world beyond our little neck of the woods, specifically through artists grappling with climate change and the uncertain future, conveying quintessentially human responses from grief and reconciliation to adaptation and transformation.
The work shown in the Classroom rotates with the seasonal rhythms of the planet, opening new exhibitions around the Equinoxes and Solstices; a small celebration of the one aspect of our climate that will remain steady as far into the future as we can see.
***Please remember that all of the art is made by real, living, working artists. We are moved by the generosity of those who fill our place with art. If it moves you, we strongly encourage you to purchase and take it home.***
Visitation by appointment.
Write us at cedarnorthtc@gmail.com.
Dirt Road
Exhibition Opening:
April 26 5-8 P.M.*
Free and open to all!
*After opening, visitation is by appointment.
Email us at cedarnorthtc@gmail.com
Em Randall is a painter, illustrator, and muralist from Northern Michigan. Her work revolves around distilling memory and feeling through portrayals of individual figures, animals, and tokens of collective symbolism.
Dirt Road is a soup of gestures dedicated to a place. Memories and feelings tied together in a hard knot, indistinguishable from one another. It is a perspective on change, and what it means for a place’s identity to be reframed and remolded according to what wealth and outside influence demand. A reckoning of what has been forgotten in the name of aesthetics and what is important to hold on to. It is appreciating the total tapestry of what it meant to grow up around here in a time before. A small attempt to weave threads across the dusty cup of time.
