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Spenard’s very own house of wax

Spenard’s very own house of wax

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Photos by Young Kim Spenard is home to several small art studios, but none of them are quite like Spenard Art Studio. Started by co-collaborators Cheryl Lyon and Gayla Ranf, the studio is unique in its focus on encaustic, or beeswax art. Lyon and Ranf opened the art space in July, and since then they’ve…

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New art decorates Spenard

New art decorates Spenard

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Words by Joey Carreon Photos by Young Kim You may have noticed along Spenard Road near Benson Boulevard, a bronze raven perched atop a SPAM can, or a pair of eyes’ piercing gaze. Enter “SPEN,” and “The Eyes of Spenard,” two art pieces that sprung up in Spenard this fall. SPEN is a giant, steel…

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Spenard Dreaming: Denali Dreams Soap Company has it going on

Spenard Dreaming: Denali Dreams Soap Company has it going on

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Words by Darcy Stein Many years ago, I realized a conventional “nine-to-five” job was not for me. Kudos to those who can really sink their teeth into a big slice like that. But, for those of us who are resistant to taking such a plunge, wrapping soap three days per week during the tourist season…

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The red triplex on Northwood Drive

The red triplex on Northwood Drive

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Words by Mizelle Mayo Before I stepped foot in Anchorage, I lived at the tip-top of Alaska: Utqiagvik, formally known as Barrow. The weather conditions prompted us to often stay inside because of its never-ending cold, limited daylight. The opportunity to grow up in an environment filled with socialization, where we had family and more…

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Still standing

Still standing

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Words by Yoshina Okamoto It’s a Wednesday night at eight o’clock and you’re at a bar. As you walk onto the sawdust-covered floors, underneath the multi-colored string lights and past the seasoned regulars, you start to hear scattered laughs. Hang a left and you’re there: the tucked-away corner where people come to share, to grieve,…

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