St. Vincent at the Jefferson: A Review
With one leg braced behind her, Annie Clark rocked her torso slowly back and forth, looking down at her vintage…
With one leg braced behind her, Annie Clark rocked her torso slowly back and forth, looking down at her vintage…
Criticism can be just the projection of the critics’s preferences onto someone else’s art. That said, the best critics are…
As fate would have it, this August I was reading a collection of William Butler Yeats’s poetry around the same…
Last week I was fortunate enough to catch George Bilgere for an interview. I recently gave a review of his captivating and…
Everyone gets old, everyone dies. And everybody knows, but at select times, individuals feel it. And while anyone can experience…
Early Morning in the Side-Yard On the garden’s wall thighs and fingers pressed together pressed white— cold with dew bits…
Some artists have an inexhaustible creative vitality, an undying obsession with expression, an inability…