Our work tends to look back to look forward.
25 years ago, in a large room in the Gowanus Arts Building that stands just outside the window of my Gowanus apartment, the Gowanus Arts Exchange, founded by Marya Warshaw (who remains the executive director), started hosting rehearsals, performances, and classes. It sat just across
Aw man. I wish I was a kick ass Trumpet player or something.
Kafka’s: A Hunger Artist is, at its core, a show about a man whose only job–his life’s work–is to starve. However, I couldn’t help but see this starving man as a metaphor for so much more. It is simple and yet so profound. As an
They’re afraid of anything different from them or of what they see in me that maybe they see in themselves
“The hair in all of Salzburg becomes so tall they have to raise the roofs of carriages – no lady can sit upright in them. I am the talk of the town.”
Gina Gibney is a builder and a visionary. From 890 down to 280 Broadway, her centers are offering dancers of a wide range of practices space to meet, move and make. So, it is no surprise that her ability to organize on the mark – with great precision and expansive vision – consistently and persistently translates choreographically.
Honji Wang and Sébastien Ramirez, of Wang Ramirez, are often presented as cross-cultural navigators, both in their performance styles and in their personal lives. Wang is a Korean-German dancer with training in martial arts, ballet, and hip-hop, while Ramirez is a French-Spanish B-boy. From the
How will we ever go back after the planting that guest curator Eva Yaa Asentawaa sowed during last week’s “the skeleton architecture, or the future of our worlds?”
I’m always starving. First of all, I’m kind of a lush: always spending my hard-earned artist salary on good wine and some dope new trendy neighborhood Ramen or whatever. But also as a contemporary theater maker, I’m famished. Famished for people to see my work,
it’s the rare conversation that ventures into the silence surrounding all of the strange aspects of postpartum recovery and the illusion, for many, of the six-week, go-forth-and-fornicate appointment
You had to be there, but if you weren’t… make it a point next time to get yourself seated at his feet and revere in his splendor. areyouready?