Category Archives: Art

Softly glowing, solitary and set in a field of burning stars. We are weightless with Laurie Anderson. Like the Moon, she instills in us mystery and love and sadness and fear. Here in the dark we watch her move. She … Continue reading →

photo credit: Serena Davidson “First up I’m English, so I have to apologize. I’m sorry for having to apologize but I can’t help it, it’s in my blood and my upbringing, I have been gifted with the extraordinary ability to … Continue reading →

The first full day of T:BA was an interesting and educational one. It began with some ‘behind-the-scenes’ words from Mark and Kristan as they talked about the process of forming the T:BA festival within the context of both the Pacific … Continue reading →

There’s a song by local faves, The Helio Sequence, “Everyone Knows Everyone,” which riffs on the commonly-heard refrain about Portland’s size and the insularity of its locals. While it’s hard to cover any ground in Portland without seeing people you … Continue reading →

On Thursday night hordes of people followed the marching band through the streets to the Hawthorne bridge and stood there, waiting for the art that was promised. The evening darkened, lights from cars flashed by on the Marquam bridge, the … Continue reading →

By Storm Tharp There was a moment while listening to Jon King and the Extreme Guitar Orchestra that a stylistic reminiscence overcame my already transfixed mind. It has to do with how certain kinds of music sound like where they … Continue reading →

The 1st day sagged, but I stand renewed. Um….(awkward) am I the first blogger to point out that David’s “float” completely failed on the fire tip? My first witness to TBA was the extreme guitar performance. I loved the idea, … Continue reading →

Vivarium: An indoor enclosure where small animals and plants are raised and observed under natural conditions. As the audience filed into the theater, we briefly became the small animals being observed (I won’t say too much here — go see … Continue reading →

In high school English class I thought I understood poetry: cleverly hiding what you really mean. Now, instead, what I want is art that that offers meaning with blunt clarity. What changed was my understanding of metaphor. Without any metaphor … Continue reading →

At one point, as the drum corps rolled into the Works while I watched the people in white slowly (slowly) make their butoh was across the courtyard, I thought- Why can’t every day of my life be like this? The … Continue reading →