It was hot in the little Tank theater and I hoped they wouldn’t turn off the AC. On the second floor of a complex of indie theaters on 36th Street, the edm was throbbing, the air conditioner was dying, and the crowd all seemed to know each other. I sat all the way against the […]Read More Letting humanity off the hook with Eat the Devil
Agnes Martin at The Guggenheim means people are seriously looking seriously at art. And their cell phones. People really like looking at their cell phones to record the experience of looking at art instead of looking directly at the art. Maybe art is like the sun, and if you look at it directly, it will […]Read More People Looking Seriously at Art, and their cell phones
Listening to Bowie (Heathen) on the subway platform and the street musician with a hurt leg in a sparkling Santa hat. We all keep our eyes down. We look down. The old Chinese man pushes ahead when the train comes, squiggles through all us waiting, pushes on. There’s a wolf up here. World. Up here […]Read More Eight something million worlds colliding in and coming apart in one universe
When you write a play, you can’t check out. You have to go into the room and make it be what you want.Read More On the importance of being in the room.
“I’m getting better at writing when I’m happy” talking Fire This Time with Christine Jean Chambers I remember Christine Chambers vividly from the first day of classes at Columbia. We all sat around a group of tables brought together to the center of the room to form one. Now that I think about it, this […]Read More “I’m getting better at writing when I’m happy” talking to Christine Jean Chambers
It’s always alot of fun talking to Michael about art, politics, and social issues, so when I saw that he and Ellie Foumbi were making a film about a little boy in a dress, who has lesbian parents and attends in an elite private school in New York City, I knew the conversation would be […]Read More “Their world is not our world,” talking Biltmore Academy with Michael Niederman
It was a hot morning, blossoming into an even hotter, muggier day. I didn’t want to go to work, but was pulling it together. My son didn’t want to go to camp, but was not quite managing it. I’d let him watch it an ipad show at breakfast, so that was the first sign of […]Read More Massive Morning Mess