With great sightlines from every one of its 216 seats, the Doris Duke Theatre space made for intimate, often enthralling encounters with movement.
The shared baseline of these conversations is that there are no good old days to go back to. If the cultural sector in the United States returns to the ways things were organized in February, 2020, with all the inequity and unsustainability that implies, we will have failed.
In Burnt-Out Wife, Maine-based performance artist Sara Juli takes on the unarticulated rage lurking in a long-term marriage with a deft touch and the humor of a born stand-up comic.
Our eyes may be quarantined, but our minds are not.
How, frankly, could I help people engage with their inherent creative powers and feel just a little bit better?
As my second wave feminist companion said as we left the theater, “That was hilarious. And I am SO ANGRY.”
In this new biography, Ted Shawn is on display in all his narcissism, paternalism, hypocrisy, originality, and the dedication to creative expression that set American modern dance on its way.
Susan Larson’s The Murder of Figaro is spiced with raunch, witticisms, and behind the scenes verisimilitude of rehearsal life.
David Treuer’s expansive new history of native America from 1890 to the present looks with skeptical, Indian eyes from inside simplistic American symbols and narratives.
The horrors portrayed in See You Yesterday are facts, but this show does not yet address the meaning a new generation can make of those facts.