Category Archives: Art

It’s here, it’s here! TBA 08′ has begun! Tonight, and only tonight, the whole spectrum of TBA events is free to the public. I plan to start with the Blank Placard Happening at PNCA at 8:30, marching over the Broadway … Continue reading →

Alert: Short bragging-in-the-name-of-encouragement to follow. Ahem. I went to the 52nd International Art Exhibition of the Venice Biennale in, well, Venice, this past summer. It was my second time there, and it was awesome. There was a weird futuristic house … Continue reading →

Kate Pocrass is an unusual artist. While most artists are striving to create unique objects or spaces, Kate’s objects are usually “naturally” occurring, and her gallery is your head. Her work is best described by herself via her “Mundane Journeys” … Continue reading →

Alaska’s characters have issues. They lash out against themselves and each other in chaotic attempts to communicate. An ignored lover lifts her skirt for attention, a man screws anything that moves in a desperate hope of connection, another substitutes sex … Continue reading →

Attention Google Calendar Users… …. and lecture series appreciaters, alike: Here is a link to a public Google Calendar with all the PSU Lecture Series info for each artist on each corresponding night. If you are like me, and already … Continue reading →

While entering the theater, my boyfriend cut a few people off trying to get a front row seat. He totally left me high and dry, grabbed his seat, and then asked people to move to accommodate me. I ended up … Continue reading →

One woman incessantly mops and the other repeatedly asks where she can get cocaine. We learn that they both have children and that neither have husbands. They conspire to figure out how to pay for their children’s schooling. We are … Continue reading →

I have to be completely honest. They had me at little suits with shorts. Unfortunately that’s just what they wear just at the beginning of the performance, which is really the end. So first, the teased me, and then I … Continue reading →

Twenty-five years from now your smart-ass kid and some of his friends think it would be, like, so fun to stage a production in the garage. Maybe it’s your birthday, so it’s sweet, really. They raid your closet and pull … Continue reading →

I have always loved the deep resonant sound a cello or two. Or twelve? Or fourteen? Sure, why not? The more the better, right? I really just want to know why there are so many cellists in Portland. Regardless, Portland … Continue reading →