Grant Writing: Tips for Securing Arts Funding
The cursor blinks on a blank document. The room is quiet, except for the hum of your laptop and the soft rasp of your own breath. A mug sits nearby,…
The cursor blinks on a blank document. The room is quiet, except for the hum of your laptop and the soft rasp of your own breath. A mug sits nearby,…
A swish of fabric cuts through the dim rehearsal light. A skirt does not just move; it carves the air into a shape. An actor turns, and you do not…
A narrow alley stretches away from you under a single streetlamp. Cobblestones glisten. Windows lean in overhead. You could swear it runs on for fifty feet. Then the work light…
The panel stands under a single work light, tall and flat and utterly unremarkable. Raw cardboard. Soft edges. Those familiar corrugation lines glowing through the thin brown skin. Then the…
A sheet of plywood leans against the wall, its surface scratched with stories from shows past. Faint outlines of painted bricks, a ghost of a window frame, tape marks from…
The house lights sit somewhere between dim and tender, soft enough that faces blur into one shared shadow. The stage smells faintly of paint and dust and hairspray. A child…
The red curtain hangs heavy in your memory. Gold leaf glints along the balcony rail. You can almost smell the dust in the beam of the projector, the sweet stale…
The dust hangs in the air like old applause, soft and stubborn. Your footstep echoes against cracked terrazzo; a single work light throws a cone of pale yellow over torn…
A single bare bulb swings above your head, humming faintly. You smell cold metal and dust. A stranger in a torn suit locks eyes with you, steps close enough that…
The screen is dark at first. Then grain, color, a slow dissolve. A painter leans closer to a canvas, the sound of a brush dragging through thick oil. Or a…