Along Hamline Avenue, starting up around St. Clair and down to Randolph, many of the buildings, streets and businesses you will encounter are named for someone from the area.
City Council member Betsy Hodges’ yard signs are probably the most plainly Obama-like, with sleek typefaces and minimal design.
Best of all is the surprises you’ll find along the way, testaments to the ingenuity of the city’s residents.
Though part of the Minneapolis Parks System, they’re not developed, noted on maps, or even marked or named. Their use seems to be accepted but not necessarily encouraged.
Sawyer’s been entering work for several years; she’s had entries in craft categories in years past, and has a piece of protest art about Guantanamo in the Fine Art competition this year.
The downtown once was a jumble of slums, storefronts, saloons, apartment buildings, stables, single-family houses, and business offices.
The more of them you see, the more you understand that there is an art to putting these ads together.
Since all of our freeways point directly to the downtown central business core, you have five different approaches of the Minneapolis skyline from automobile to consider.
It’s as close to you can get to an aerial view of the city without being in a low-flying aircraft.
Viewing the plots in the Garden of Eden from the cemetery path gives the impression of looking out over a meadowland.
Said Sarah Seeger: “it’s literally a green building that’s green environmentally, right in the heart of the Twin Cities.”
On Nicollet Mall, and on 6th and 7th Streets between Nicollet and Hennepin, there are a few pieces of highly functional public art: manhole covers designed by artists between 1983 and 1990.
Stephanie Rogers created state-park-style signage that is posted on the sites where her photos were taken, with an image of the photo itself and explanatory text.
In the 1970s, here in the Twin Cities, the newly formed Met Council gave some consideration to subways. What if it had worked out?
One of my favorite things to look for when walking around a city is the cornerstones on buildings, or foundation stones, or dedication stones, or whatever you want to call them.
When E.L. Konisburg died two months ago, I wanted to write a tribute to her book, so instrumental in shaping the way I thought about art museums.
This column is a primer on the Depot, and what to see inside, wandering between events and various wonders.
You may not have a reason to be at the U, but if you can make one, it’s worth a trip across the Washington Avenue Bridge to take the pulse of amateur student design and lettering techniques.
A grand marble staircase spirals from the first floor to the second, leading to a bronze sculpture by Oskar J.W. Hansen entitled “Wings.”
Within this secluded world there was a shantytown immigrant community from the 1850s through the 1950s — first Swedes and Poles, then Italians, then Mexicans.