Artistic self-portraits, timelines and mementos voice the screaming silence that refugees and asylees express when art is the only language they have.
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The historical Hotel Congress, full of people on a Saturday afternoon, falls away to the pure mental focus that the black and white chess board demands.
Driving down Tucson’s Court Avenue, canary yellow buildings catch the eyes of passersby. As they scan the structures, the word "Toma!" is plastered on the wall of an almost century-old home acting as the centerpiece for a Tucson founding family and restaurant.
As soon-to-be Wildcats descend on the UA campus in the sizzling hot sun, new adventures and activities await the gatitos in the various museums and artistic hubs around campus.
On a warm and breezy Thursday evening in Tucson at a café nestled among the trees, Tucson Botanical Gardens plays host to the indulgence of good food and nature.
The excited chattering of young voices fills the air as families pile into the Loft Cinema for a Saturday morning adventure into the world of the Muppets and the chance to sing along.
When an upheaval in Mexican religious society forced the faithful to hide their devotionals, religious altars, traditionally found in churches or places or worship, began to surface within intimate spaces.
Last weekend, around a dozen university websites were hacked by international hacktivist group AnonGhost.
Want to spend an evening being serenaded by Latin jazz? Geronimo Plaza on University Boulevard will hold free concerts throughout the summer with parking validated at Tyndall Avenue Parking Garage.
On June 8, Tucsonans interested in sustainability piled into the basement of Joel D. Valdez Main Library to attend Sustainable Tucson’s monthly meeting.
Clouds hang low overhead. Humidity clings to market goers as fans wave cool, intermittent respite. Along a humming sidewalk at the Mercado San Agustín, a 41-year-old vender with a long braid hanging down his back listens to his inquisitive and returning customers.