Author Archives: pica-blogger

Reggie Watts is an incredibly talented man. A brilliant storyteller, master of the non sequitur, fine singer and songwriter, multi-vocalist and funny performer, Watts charms as he confuses. “Disinformation” is a purposefully disjointed mishmash of styles and media: hip hop, … Continue reading →

-posted by Patrick Alan Coleman And here I thought I would be able to fortify myself with coffee and a Bloody Mary. I did get the coffee, the Bloody Mary is yet to come. I have a feeling that it … Continue reading →

State of Heads, Leap to Tall -posted By P.A. Coleman What are we waiting for? The dancer standing on stage (his back towards us, his clean white suit), inhabits a posture we have all shared at some time, looking absently … Continue reading →

Is pink the new black? If you’re a contemporary artist these days and you don’t use pink––the right pink magenta it, hon’––well, come on down to Reed college to the Cooley Gallery. I ventured down to Reed, Wednesday eve September … Continue reading →

The Be(a)st of Taylor Mac -posted by Patrick Alan Coleman “Comparison is violence.” If what Taylor Mac says about comparison is true, then all reviewers are, essentially, the journalistic equivalents of Jack the Ripper. When it comes to certain reviewers, … Continue reading →

I’ve known Jeffrey Mitchell for about 22 years, going back to Tyler School of Art days, drinking tea and making art. His personality and his work have always intrigued me. Since moving to Portland in 1990, I haven’t missed one … Continue reading →

Outside, it was blindingly bright, and my companions and I had to cross a steaming chainlink-fenced parking lot toward a white brick warehouse to get to the exhibit, about which we knew nothing, just that Something was there. So when … Continue reading →

Posted by Chloe I’d venture to say that kids are among the toughest critics; they want instant gratification, tell you loudly when they are bored through their words and actions, and don’t suffer silently through performances feeling they are somehow … Continue reading →