By AMY SOWDER — Jonathon Benjamin clomped through the light snow to the cluster of four sugar maple trees, each with two shiny pails protruding from their trunks, their naked branches shimmying in the 43-degree air.

By JOYCE CORRIGAN — “Art washes from the soul the dust of everyday life,” declared Pablo Picasso. Not just the dust, Pablo, the snow, too.

By ADAM STONE — Back in the summer of ‘76, while at Camp Towanda in the Pocono Mountains, 12-year-old Queens native Hank Azaria was just hanging out with his friend David Blumenfeld by the tennis courts, listening to tunes, unaware that a musical obsession was about to be born.