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Thunder and light rain did not keep 100 stalwart gala guests from descending the stone steps to enter a white-tented world where they were warmly welcomed by enchanting floral tablescapes, bird songs of a flute, and handcrafted works by Native American artists for the Centennial Celebration of the Indian Arts Research Center collections at the School for Advanced Research on Saturday, June 18, 2022.
On June 2 SAR held the sixth and final webinar in this year's Creative Thought Forum series called Seeking Justice: Toward a More Equitable America, which launched in February. The series was primarily funded by the National Endowment of the Humanities, with support...
After a long pandemic-related hiatus, SAR relaunched member field trips on May 13 with a four-day journey to Bears Ears in Utah. Given the scale of this new national monument—more than 2100 square miles—we couldn't possibly do justice to its diverse mesas, canyons,...
SAR's academic board members continue to win major fellowships focused on innovative work in the public policy arena. John Arroyo, a recent SAR-Mellon Foundation Latinx Resident Scholar and now a member of SAR's board of directors, has been named a 2022-2023 Public...
We are sorry to report the passing of two longtime SAR supporters. Benjamin F. Crane, a distinguished New York attorney who served on the SAR board of directors from 2005 until 2015, died in Brooklyn on February 18 at the age of 92. Ben and his wife Sally, who...
Growing up in the middle of Alaska, there was a window to another world on the wall of my living room. It was like no place I’d ever seen. There was a church that seemed to be made of clay pinched together by someone’s fingers. And there was a woman with a flared skirt, shawl, and scarf over her head. No one dressed like that in Alaska. I enjoyed stepping back to where it appeared to be a photograph or passage to another land and then move slowly forward to find just that point when the optical illusion fell away and I could see the leaves, the moss, the bark.