by Ben Gassman
JUNE 2014 | Theater
Little-kiss lives. Im a sucker for broken alliteration and this phrase popped out of Ariel Stesss play Mother Milkan adaptation of Aeschyluss Oresteia set amidst American college town domestic squabbles and at what seemed like a family frat party with brother and sister playing grotesque and hilarious drinking gamesand tackled me, some Tuesday evening in the late winter of 2009.
by Phillip Griffith
JUL-AUG 2016 | ArtSeen
Downtown around City Hall Park, where the Public Art Fund currently presents The Language of Things, an exhibition of sculptural works, the various rhythms spoken by the city include those of tourists, street performers, and office workersnot to mention that particular rhythm of summertime city heat that expresses itself in shared encounters of sound, stench, and sweat.