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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
Community

Grand opening! Our own space!

Grand opening of Path with Art’s new office and arts space near Seattle Center!

TIME TO CELEBRATE AN ArtHOME FOR ALL
I have been dreaming of this day for a long, long time. Path with Art finally has its own space! And you can take a look for yourself on Friday, September 24th, from noon to 5 pm. It is located just north of Seattle Center on Mercer Street in Lower Queen Anne, or what some call Uptown. The address is 200 Mercer Street, right across the street from two terrific venues, the Seattle Rep Theater, and McCaw Hall, home of the Pacific Northwest Ballet and the Seattle Opera. All three organizations are arts partners of Path with Art. We are coming together as a community, physically, for the first time in a long time, and for the first time in this space. I am including a map for those more visually inclined, like me. (Also, please note that 200 W Mercer Street is not the place. That is further down the road.)

Look for the red pin above.
Community

What do you think?

Pre-pandemic, more buses rolled through Seattle’s Third Avenue than any other street in North America. The busy transit corridor has deteriorated greatly during the pandemic. There has been a spike in violence dramatic enough to shut down the Third and Pike bus stop. The city recently launched “Operation New Day” to crack down on crime and boost public safety. Can the mayor’s plan restore vibrancy to downtown? What do you think?

(Please note that this information has been compiled from Seattle Channel sources.)

Partners · Poetry · Writing

We Are All Here

Pallet is a social purpose company on a mission to build equal opportunity access to housing and employment. Elevating the voices of people with lived experience with homelessness, recovery, and incarceration is integral to Pallet’s mission. In addition to telling the personal stories of their team and people living in Pallet shelter villages, they aim to raise the voices of system-impacted and marginalized persons everywhere.

Pallet has teamed up with Path with Art to support and amplify the voices of some of our participant artists with lived experience of homelessness. Check out this beautiful poem from PWA Ambassador Pam Winter, below. You can read the full interview with Pam on Pallet’s blog, and also check out the poetry and interview of PWA Ambassador & Blog Editor Aaron Hill!

We are All Here

by Pam Winter

We live in tent cities behind nylon walls, huddled in wool blankets in doorways of neglect.
We live in secured high-rises casting shadows below, houses flooded with desire, homes gated in fear.
We live with slumlords and in public housing too.
We live alone in our minds, wandering along pathways edged by open chains.

We work for corporate greed,
We dumpster dive for food,
We work for non-profits to build a better world,
We ask for spare change, sometimes shoot-up to heal a gaping wound.
We are honest laborers, the shrunken middle class,
We do not ask for handouts, but will reach for a helping hand. 

We race upstairs chasing freedom and we lounge on city streets,
We stand in long lines at food banks, waiting for leftovers we can’t afford,
We walk in parks and shop behind gilded walls.
Sometimes we steal in the night, while white collars take in the light to line their coffers gold.

Sometimes life feels darker than the backside of the moon;
we watch her catch her breath 
as she rushes to soften the edges of what we call urban blight.
Sometimes we feel the ecstasy of unity, especially on nights like tonight. 

We are a city on shifting tectonic plates, frayed at the edges, 
clothed in attitudes of love and dismay.
We are a city of others, separate and near.
We are teachers and students alike, but webs twist around our minds, our lives,
isolating us from those who look and think more different than we’d like. 

We are all here, polarized by red and blue fear.
We must break down the walls,
Step out of the shadow of Them, Other, They.
We must hold our sister’s gaze, grasp our brother’s hand.
Link our minds to overcome judgments about what we think is right.

We are all here; the me in them.
The drum beat of our city, the heartbeat of Seattle, 
the energy that makes our diversity vibrate with rhythm that unites.

 We are All here and we’re not going anywhere.