If it weren’t for my erudite Anglophile cousin, I would never have known to see Lucy Prebble’s The Effect at The Shed (from March 3-March 31). An early Prebble fan, she one day turned on I Hate Suzie during one of our cousin hangs– usually
Currently mounted at Nimbus’s Firmament Gallery + Boutique is “Sometimes I Wander…” an exhibit displaying the photography of Life Magazine’s first Black photographer, Gordon Parks, and staff photographer at The Source, Chi Modu. The gallery, which regularly features local and Black art, showcases images of Blackness, Americana, and Community: Hip Hop.
The first time I saw David Greenspan perform was in Adrian Einspanier’s Lunch Bunch this past spring at the 122 Community Center in the East Village. I didn’t know of him or his lore, but in the one scene in which he appeared, it
Were they bearing their teeth in preparation to kill? Screaming silently in agony? Conjuring lost joy of their youth?
So, while trying to strictly manage the pervasive NYC version of Arts Presenters-infected “festival fomo,” I still accumulated enough exposure to the spores of a range of performances in the January flurry to wander into a compost pile of considerations on what is doggedly sprouting among us in the age of extinction.
The interdisciplinary work “Aristotle Thinks Again” is a thought-provoking masterpiece written by Chuck Mee, directed and choreographed by Dan Shafer, and co-created and choreographed by the immensely talented members of Great Jones Repertory.
This iteration of the work, presented as part of the Underground Uptown Festival’s Works and Process at the Guggenheim, was segmented to create discourse around the creative process. I can only describe my experience as profound.
Adaku’s forced departure forever alters her connection to reality — she is absorbed into the unknown, which marks the start of our inquiry. Her trauma, epistemically, is our starting point.
Active reflection and associations should comprise our meditative state. If there were moments during the piece that disturbed us, we should return to the breathing exercise to find calm.
Edelman always wanted to be white. ‘I know, I know. Dream achieved!’ he says.
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It makes me become like my gaze, a promiscuous saccade. I am jostled and stilled. I’m curled around the strange heat of my own body, a feverish REM cycle.