East meets Southwest in an unprecedented festival of Japanese culture in Dallas. Plus: Texas rock and rollers shake their Hootie; Lubbock gets down for a four-day celebration of cowboys and cool tunes; the University of Texas Longhorns host the Fighting Irish of Notre Dame—and give one of their own the
At the twenty-fifth annual Texas Folklife Festival in San Antonio, you can nibble on Lebanese kibbeh, sample Nigerian suya, gnaw on a Filipino inihaw—or stick to watermelon from Luling. Plus: A Fantastick show in Fort Worth from the boys of Tuna; powerful photos from Richard Avedon in Austin; a hellish
THE MAIN EVENTWillie Powerby Erin Gromen This July 4 in Luckenbach, you can get Kinky, start Waylon, and fall Asleep at Willie Nelson’s annual picnic—.When he first sang “Let’s go to Luckenbach, Texas, with Waylon and Willie and the boys” almost twenty years ago, Waylon Jennings forever linked himself and
Texas artists versus Texas galleries.
LEAVING THE COUNTRY THIS SUMMER? You can still get your fill of Houston artists. Sculptor Joseph Havel will be taking his solo exhibition of shirts and shirt fragments to Kiev’s Soros Center for Contemporary Art, and possibly to the Herzliyya Museum of Art in Israel. This month Havel’s shirt fragments
Dallas photographer Laura Wilson has made up for lost time. The 55-year-old Massachusetts native is a regular contributor to Texas Monthly, for whom she has shot portraits of Laredo debutantes and Mullin footballers, and she has also worked for The New Yorker, the New York Times, and the London Sunday
Molly Ivins and Bob Wade on TV.
The world-famous rock art of the Lower Pecos has long left scholars in awe—and in the dark. Now a group of Texas archaeologists has unlocked the sacred secrets of the ancient shamans.
For the Wilsons of Dallas, taking pictures was a family affair. Today the mother is a successful photographer and her boys are hot Hollywood commodities. Here’s a look at Laura Wilson’s personal album.
Dallas and Houston have done it; Beaumont and Corpus Christi have too. So why hasn’t Austin built a respectable art museum? It comes down to three things: money, management, and mission.
Long mocked for making unrecognizable pieces of junk, Texas Modernists strike back in a superb exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston.
An ambitious new exhibit at the Museum of Fine Arts, Houston suggests Texas is becoming less like itself and more like everyplace else.
From dancing frogs to towering cowboy boots, a look at how Bob Wade’s outlandish sculptures became Texas landmarks.
From hot sauce to hot art.
The late folk artist Willard Watson was a funky fixture of Dallas’ art scene. Better known as the Texas Kid, he was famous or his courly manners, cockammy yard art in his Love Field-area home, and eye-popping, Longhourn-crowned luxury cars. Watson often collaborated with other artists; in 1976, for example,
In the market for high-quality handmade Hispanic crafts? You’ll find them—and more—at Santa Fe’s famous fair.
They crack wise while bulls charge them, and fans eat it up. A look at rodeo’s real ring leaders.
For sixty years, Austinite Raymond Daum befriended Hollywood’s biggest stars. Now he’s selling off his memories.
In no other state were the turbulent thirties documented as exhaustively as in Texas, where Farm Secirity Administration photographers such as Dorothea Lange and Russell Lee took more than five thousand pictures of Depression and pre-war life . When the agency became the Office of War Information, some of its
As a curator and in his own work as a painter, Jerry Bywaters left a lasting legacy of Texas art.
Life as it really was in Texas’ African American community, as seen through the eyes of almost forgotten photographers.
The arts impresario of Dallas.
Fifty years after the bloody battle of Peleliu, Tom Lea’s paintings still prove war is hell.
In the wide-open spaces of Marfa, late sculptor Donald Judd’s immense legacy beckons West Texas travelers.
A Houston art exhibit juxtaposes spirit and science with family photos, Tylenol caplets, and gigantic blood cells.
The Dallas Museum of Art spent $55 million on a splendid new wing—and redefined itself in the process.
The biggest brouhaha in Dallas isn’t about taxes, potholes, or garbage collection. It’s about seventy bronze steers.