I SHOULD HAVE BEEN EXCITED TO SEE !WOMEN ART REVOLUTION, Lynn Hershman Leeson’s new documentary on feminist art movements from the 1960s-‘80s. Watch the trailer, and it’s clear the film celebrates bold women and fearless artistic experiments, two things I like a lot. I should also have been excited when mnartists and the Walker invited me to watch and discuss !WAR with an accomplished…

IT’S TAKEN ME A LONG TIME TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO SAY about Big Dance Theater’s Supernatural Wife (based on Anne Carson’s translation of Euripides’s Alkestis), a new commission recently on stage at the Walker. The show’s well-crafted, fast-paced, hipper than we knew we could be and yet never difficult to follow — in short, so deafeningly contemporary it’s hard to see ‘round it. But I think I can make…

Since human beings began to make art before they even called it “art”, they’ve been using earth as material. As “civilization” has progressed, though, creative use of such elemental materials has transitioned to more man-made stuff, to the…

Listen, there’s something unsavory pooling in my joints. I am tired, in a deep way. And I have been thinking about it for some time; I believe I am beginning to know what this weariness is about: I am weary of the pressure to fill my life with new…

When Merce Cunningham died there was no one left to observe the world in quite his way. Like a biologist or physicist, he looked into the wilderness of forces and organisms and random collisions that constitute our universe. He never lost faith in…

I overhead a conversation on Merce Cunningham the other day. It went something like this: “great innovator… Merce Cunningham [said with reverence]… don’t really enjoy it… appreciate… appreciate… chance… Cunningham [said with reverence]…

Years ago, I had a so-called “legit” job. I wrote about business for my dad’s company. I didn’t know anything about the subject at the time, and I learned very little while writing about it. At least, I learned very little about “business” as our…

AS a novelist, I spend most of my time alone, haunting my apartment in Midway like some kind of keyboard-clacking ghost. That’s not to say I don’t try to get out some.

The brilliance of the Soap Factory’s Haunted Basement as a marketing scheme cannot be emphasized enough. That’s not to say that it’s brilliant art, but it’s damn entertaining, and obviously a great way to get people in the door and on the mailing list.