My Visit to the Arts Festival

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Thursday afternoon, a friend and I decided to take the afternoon and peruse the art and culture down at the Three Rivers Arts Festival. The festival, held annually in Downtown Pittsburgh, consists of a stage for evening performances, tents that local and national artists use to exhibit their particular style of art, and, of course, the myriad food and drink vendors obligatory at large gatherings of people.

According to some local artist friends of mine, the artists are put into two groups; the first group gets a tent from 5-9 June, and the second occupies their tent from 10-14 June. Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to see any of the artists from the earlier section, but I’m sure they were as good as, if not better than the second group.

Despite only seeing half of the festival’s art, we still left quite impressed. The selection of art was eclectic in style but uniform in quality; we didn’t see one tent that we didn’t enjoy.

The Art

Note: I should tell you that quite a few of the artists, for whatever reason, asked for their work not to be photographed, so this article is by no means the full picture. The festival doesn’t end until 14 June, so there’s still time to see all the great art.


I have lived in Pittsburgh all my life and I’ve been going to the Arts Festival since I could walk. I can say honestly that I’ve never left a Festival disappointed. The quality of the performances vary, but the artists are always of the highest caliber.

If you’re in Pittsburgh, there are still a few days left for you to see all the great art and catch a performance or two. If you’re not, consider taking a trip next June.

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  • Uncle Schlomo, Esq.

    Are you, Sean Bailey, telling me, your uncle, that you did not invite me to go to the Arts Festival? You know your uncle has been a patron of the Arts since he was just a wee lad stomping through the kibbutzes of Israel’s earliest days. To think that you could have forgotten in such a short time all the magnificent, if not apocryphal, stories I told you concerning my stint in Tel-Aviv’s Grand Orchestra as a triangle virtuoso is profoundly saddening. Curse you for a thousand years if you ever again, Sean Baiely, forget to invite me to the Festival with you.