May 4, 2014 · Individualism
Look at these three women perched on the Fort Point rooftop in San Francisco, caught between acts of this site integrated Macbeth production, and what you’re seeing isn’t stagecraft. It’s the raw, unvarnished truth of what it means to be fully present in the middle of nowhere that matters. They’re witches, sure, but right now […]
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May 3, 2014 · Collusion
So here’s what happened at Franconia Performance Salon #10, and going into this one was half an admission of cultural masochism, and the other half a desperate hope that someone, anyone, was going to do something that matters. Nick Berger’s documentary was the evening’s unexpected grace note. Beautiful, moving, words we throw around until they […]
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May 2, 2014 · FalseArt
In 1995, William Utermohlen, American painter, living in London, doing his thing, gets the diagnosis that makes every other piece of bad news you’ve ever received look like a parking ticket. Alzheimer’s. The brain-eater. The self-thief. The thing that doesn’t just kill you, it dismantles you piece by piece, room by room, until the lights […]
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April 27, 2014 · FalseArt
Here’s the thing about Tsukimi Ayano that’ll either crack you open or leave you mumbling platitudes about “healing” and “resilience” like some asshole at a TED talk: she’s not doing this because she’s broken. She’s doing it because she’s whole. Thirty people left in Nagoro. Thirty. Used to be three hundred. You do the math […]
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April 19, 2014 · Adventure
There is something about being small, genuinely, cosmically small, underneath that orange monument to human hubris, surfing Fort Point, while the Pacific tries its damnedest to kill me. The water’s so cold it feels personal, like it has a grudge. My body’s screaming at me that this is a terrible idea, and you know what? […]
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March 19, 2014 · Collusion
Frank Smigiel, from SFMOMA, calls me up and asks if I want to play the Mayor of San Francisco. Not the actual mayor, but some conceptual version of a mayor in a performance piece by these South African artists in the Mission District. I’m thinking: Why me? I’m not an actor. I’m not a politician. […]
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March 15, 2014 · FalseArt
Here’s what happens when you come see one of my pieces. You’re watching three things at once. Three different versions of reality: or “ontologies of the real,” if we’re being insufferable academics about it. Which, fine, I am. PhD and everything. Doesn’t mean I have to sound like one. First: the actors. Right there. Meat […]
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