Community

Don’t miss the Grand Opening of ArtHOME on Sept 24 — RSVP now! 🎉

COME CELEBRATE WITH US!
You are invited to the Grand Opening of our new
ArtHOME
An inclusive community arts hub for creation,
connection, and restoration
Saturday 9.24.22
12pm – 5pm 
RSVP
200 Mercer, Seattle, WA, 98109 
(across from Seattle Center) 
 REMARKS AT 3PM
Mayor Bruce Harrell, Representative Pramilla Jayapal, and more
PERFORMANCES
Seattle Opera, The Path with Art Singers!,
Improv with Unexpected Productions, Path with Art Poets, Chaotic Noise Marching Band, and DJ Top Spin
 ART EXHIBITIONS
Participant artwork, listening stations, Art for All Ball costumes
HANDS-ON WORKSHOPS
Erasure poetry, watercolor, origami
POP-UP SHOP
Featuring limited edition Pearl Jam posters!
Created by our Participant Artists in collaboration with Pearl Jam for the 2018 HomeShows, which raised funds to end homelessness
Available for purchase in our ArtHOME only






Path with Art fosters the restoration of individuals, groups, and society from the effects of trauma through arts engagement and community building.

Learn more at pathwithart.org


Our mailing address is:
Path with Art
200 Mercer St
Seattle, WA 98109
Poetry

The Last House Dinner

Endings and beginnings can be bittersweet times of reflection. In this moment I’m pondering both; I recently moved out of the intentional community house I’ve lived in for the past five years. One of my favorite parts of living in our community was house dinner. Every Tuesday, we would gather to share a meal with the housemates, ranging from 5-10 people (you’d be surprised how many people you can fit in a 5 bedroom house!). I wrote this poem a couple weeks ago, in honor of our last house dinner. It’s filled with sweet and delicious memories from my time living with beloved community.

The Last House Dinner
by Bex Lipps

Family is who gathers at your table 
Breaking fresh baked bread
Filling each bowl to the brim before 
Holding hands for the ritual
……HOORAY!

Many meals over many years
We weekly circled round this table
Sharing the pulp of our hearts,
The labor of our hands
Cooking for each other is a love language
And we are fluent

With raucous cackling
We laugh at ourselves and our own absurdity
Was it even house dinner if your abs don’t ache?
Laughter is our medicine,
The doses plentiful and strong 

Oh, drench me in hollyhock
And feed me to the hungry queers 
Devour me with a side of roasted vegetables 
Drizzled with balsamic memories 
I will feed you homemade cookies
Until your soul is fully satisfied
If you promise to remember 
This feeling of home

Say it with me
One last time:
Mischief managed