In the polarity of young and old, there lies the lunacy of the human mind, a peephole into our own fraught psychosis.
Three singers sit on three couches; they each occupy their own. They wear nice fitting clothing in gentle colors and matching mukluks, the kind you can order on Amazon. The couches are in sad shades of brown, and I realize for the first time how
An essay response to the Big Outdoor Site-Specific Stuff Festival (Oct. 23-25, 2015)
Target Margin artists bring Gertrude Stein’s text to life.
Thoughts on Kate Benson’s “A Beautiful Day in November…”