The age of the ally is over, let’s be accomplices. Maura on Rosy Simas, Nora Chipaumire and NIC Kay at American Realness 2018.
Perforations Festival brings us into direct responsibility for the execution of artistic ideas and challenges the passive stasis of sideline observation in a mostly successful series of performances that ripped apart conventional norms.
Maura and Eugene de Poogene yelled over really loud music with Croatian curator and producer Zvonimir Dobrovic about his “Perforations Festival” – opening Friday.
Its in-betweenness, like the liminal space of “not me…not not me,” grants us the ability to be in two places at once.
In THE POWER OF EMOTION: THE APARTMENT, the notion of emotion as a perfomative element provides the foundation for a wider exploration on how we not only watch, but hear and interpret emotion.
A never-ending stream of hypnotic ghosts.
it was about our bodies.
no, it was about our wildness.
as if you could divide them.
Freely expressing in January: Day 6 Dispatch (AR Talk, Jen Rosenblit, Bessies honor Judy Hussie-Taylor)
Jaamil Olawale Kosoko and M. Lamar are Incomprehensible, Jen Rosenblit claps hands, and Lucy Sexton, Lisa Kron, Yvonne Rainer and The Bessies celebrate Judy Hussie-Taylor, Rockette Phoebe Pearl and The Right to Free Expression (1st Amendment).
Monday morning performance hangover is cured by a talk moderated by Tara Aisha Willis, and the works of Julianna May, Ni’Ja Whitson/The NWA Project and Wendell Cooper/Mx. Oops…”in all my life, I’ve never seen this and I’m not even sure what the this is, but I know, I know I’m seeing something, something whose name I am still yet to learn but something that rises and stands, defies old paradigms and is filled with heat and strength and a promise for the tomorrows…”
The 30th annual Performance Mix Festival includes Wednesday night’s Edgy NYC + MTL curated by Miriam Ginestier.
Margaret Tudor on Daniel Kok and Luke George’s ‘Bunny’ @ Abrons Arts Center.
There’s a density of experience in being alone that is almost irreconcilable. Almost impenetrable. Some people call it a void but I find it totally not void-y. It’s. Unavoidable.