Author Archives: pica-blogger

by Robert Latham I saw Reggie Watts last night, and met up with an old friend afterwards. “How was it?” she asked. I didn’t know what to say. I felt silly telling her that Watts was “really good,” because what … Continue reading →

Reggie Watts: Disinformation -posted by Patrick Alan Coleman I have a feeling that somewhere in Reggie Watts’ brain, the BBC got all up in the face of MTV. Paranoid AM Radio came in to break up the fracas but was … Continue reading →

With the intensely loud boom of an industrial elevator, the curtain springs open. This first impression of closely synchronized sound immediately creates an impression of control and narrative that continues throughout State of Heads. On an all-white stage bathed in … Continue reading →

Walking into the Corberry Press on Saturday, it felt more like I was entering the Someday Lounge than a local gallery. A stage awaits the performer, bathed in full spotlight. Behind it, a heavy velvet curtain commands the room until … Continue reading →

It seems like September is the time of year when Portland likes to prove it can deliver cultural programming on par with a major metropolis. Case in point: on a single day it was theoretically possible to participate in the … Continue reading →

T:BA:07 Day Four – Sunday, 09 September 2007 Good morning fellow PICA T:BA goers. Yes, I’m sorry… I did not write this at the end of the day last night. I was pooped! What can I say, being an active … Continue reading →

by Robert Latham I’m not an art critic. That should be said right from the beginning, so that nobody tries to learn anything from this post about art. I am, however, a pretty avid blogger, and I hope that puts … Continue reading →

Lunchtime Chat with Arnold Kemp, Larry Krone and the members of Hand2Mouth Theatre. ‘POP, CRASH, BOOM’! Who could ever come up with a better title for a talk on how popculture interacts or clashes with the conceptual strategies of today’s … Continue reading →

Donna Uchizono’s night starts with a bang. As in, a thundering slam, like a metal door hitting concrete. The soundtrack to the dance takes it from there: silverware clattering, glass smashing, alarms, creaky hinges, factory thumping and clanging, a deep … Continue reading →

Accidental anthropologist Once upon a time, artists were inextricably linked to their culture. Now it seems almost shocking to hear an older (sorry Misha) white male speak about artists and their cultural heritage – particularly their ethnicity. You could feel … Continue reading →