Category Archives: Art

Photo Credit: Kevin Kennefick It’s the late, northern autumn of 1994 and we’re sweating hot in a colored fever dream. Mere reproduction or computation be damned; technology had become a tool of creation, beauty, confederation, enlightenment, social justice — and … Continue reading →

WWBD? Since participating in a couple of Brad Adkins’ outings early in the Festival, I have found myself noticing things I might not otherwise notice, and thinking, “What Would Brad Do?” For example: a shiny green apple nestled in a … Continue reading →

Where is this “stagecraft wizardry”? (Oh, there it is.) Why is “Don’t Stop til You Get Enough” stuck in my head, other than for the usual reasons? Are there more office chairs? (Yes.) Are we the audience or are we … Continue reading →

Although it was billed as intermeidate/advanced, the workshop wtih Stan’s Cafe Associate Directors, Amanda Hadingue and Craig Stephens, was all about the basics. Some attendees were undoubtedly disappointed (I noticed a few rolling eyes), but those that went with the … Continue reading →

I really responded to the footage of Angell stomping around the woods in the snow, having a conversation with the mountains, the trees and the wildlife. I couldn’t help but think of the role that fire and trees plays in … Continue reading →

Posted by Scott McEachern What struck me most about this four-channel installation piece was the simplicity of the images on screen. Yet this very simplicity belied a deeply moving piece of film that engaged issues of life, death, fertility, pain, … Continue reading →

Posted by Scott McEachern A line of reasoning exists in narrative theory circles stating that at most what we can hope for in the stories we tell each other is a dynamism of desire. One way to extend this idea … Continue reading →

The stage set was really minimal, flickering candles surrounding a single chair, her keyboards and pedals, viola, the one small projection screen on which hovered a luminous shot of the moon’s surface. The audience was hushed, waiting for her to … Continue reading →

Photos 09/09/06 – Justine Avera

I’m still not sure if Laurie Anderson is a master artist or a hypnotist. Or both. Late in the performance, from my vantage point of the exact last row of the highest balcony (about even with the moon, which felt … Continue reading →