Monthly Archives: September 2005

Posted by Levi Hanes Photos by Patrick Sullivan Kenny Mellman played his heart out on Monday night. Creating a non-chalant performance as Grace Jones Mellman belted out show tunes, Joy Division chants and spoken word. What had been a minor … Continue reading →

Posted by Levi Hanes Faustin Linyekula started the performance before the house lights went down or even the entrance doors shut. The stage lights were low setting and eerie, stark stage where Linyekula and a D.J. performed. It was and … Continue reading →

Mostlandian Embassy on 11th between Marshall and Northrop hours: 2-6 Dear All, At the end of the TBA Fest, my family and I are moving to Mostlandia where an upward tick in the Love and Friendship index provides energy to … Continue reading →

Photos by Serena Davidson

Photos by Serena Davidson

By Mel Favara The Persistence of Vision What is the persistence of vision? How long does the image remain on the eye in a dark room? These are the questions Bruce McClure ruminated over in this morning’s workshop, as he … Continue reading →

by Rick Armstrong A friend of mine asked if I would be interested in attending a workshop hosted by Daniel Bernard Roumain (aka DBR), then writing a bit about what I saw in the TBA blog. I planned on attending … Continue reading →

Posted by Levi Hanes Reasons I hate Alberta: I am an idiot and did not look at the address for Pinkk/Laura Curry. I ride a “firm” bicycle that abuses my manhood. Alberta is nowhere near where I live or the … Continue reading →

Allen Johnson had a hit before TBA even got off the ground. They were warning of his show selling out before I even had my press pass, so when I arrived Sunday night for the show at Corberry Press I … Continue reading →

Here’s my favorite thing about science: actually, science can be a metaphor for the human pysche. Here’s my favorite thing about art: making an investigation happen. Here’s my favorite thing about Ivana Muller: She managed to use scientific experimentation as … Continue reading →