'I am willing to walk on the edge,' says Eva Hesse in a new film biography. Her work became everything to her when her personal life was in something of a free fall. Like other artists who die well before their time, there is a bit of mystery and sadness about her which only adds to the legend.
Vengeance may best be served cold for some people, but in Strauss's Elektra it is a rite of unbridled passion and Nina Stemme conveys all...
Vince Hannemann, the eccentric creator of the "Cathedral of Junk" in Austin, Texas maintains that his enormous accumulation of "junk" grew out of the playful sculptures he built in his backyard as a child.
Cristina Iglesias has been diving in sundry seas, notably the Gulf of California, for coming on four decades, and it's there in the water that she says that she has discovered much of the essential architecture of her work.
This week, stage spellbinder Mary Zimmerman returns to Berkeley Rep where she has staged numerous productions.
This entire week has been filled with mourning for local legend. Our sports teams all paid tribute to him at their home games, Target Field lit up in purple and played a screening of "Purple Rain" and the Twins released seven doves at their next game.
Pak doesn't so much sculpt wood, as she sculpts its ability to be transformed.
They say that Van Gogh ate yellow paint in a desperate attempt to feel happiness inside. I covered the canvases of my heart with every sunrise I saw in your eyes and every golden smile you gave me.
In the film Grand Hotel Greta Garbo, portraying a ballet dancer on the road, has her famous lines: "I am tired" and "I want to be alone". I get it. I really do.
It may come as a surprise to most people as to what a casting director actually does, even if you've considered yourself a professional talent for a number of years. It may interest you to know a casting director does not "rep" you; a talent agent represents talent.
As my friend and I were negotiating our press passes we saw a guy come up wearing pleated Dockers and holding his roller blades under his arm. In my head I made up a whole narrative about him.
With their faces disguised by black, tar-like cloth--shaded further by dark top hats, enshrouded in ostentatious suiting--grunge-rock duo The Lost Poets are equal parts visual and sonic, building a shadowy artistic experience with image as much as with their instruments.