Melissa Rodman
The art monster is messy, ambitious, and narcissistic but couldn’t care less about what you think. Are you frightened?
“Make Me Famous” is not the portrait of a superstar like Jean-Michel Basquiat or Keith Haring; this protagonist is representative of the everyday angst, the struggle, the not-making-it, and the work that was produced regardless.
The musical’s focus on truth in journalism resonates in our post-2016, “fake news,” and Artificial Intelligence-saturated environment.
Ah, the trees! They are the focal point, the organizing principle, of this tight exhibition, which in three parts tracks Van Gogh’s productive yet challenging sojourn in southern France, from Arles to Saint-Rémy.
“Ukrainian culture — Ukrainian language, Ukrainian books, literature, poetry, arts — is the testimony of our existence through all these centuries … It is still here, and we try to save it.”
Making the viewer draw visual connections among Matisse’s pieces in the title painting is at the core of MoMA’s The Red Studio.
Joshua Harmon’s serious but not solemn play focuses on a Jewish family in Paris grappling with the rise of antisemitism.
Forget romance. Forget chemistry. Forget star-crossed lovers. At its heart, this Eurydice is concerned with the love between a father and a daughter.
There is enough candor and humor, along with a handful of bracingly moody characters, to make Mariana Leky’s vision of perpetual love compelling.

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