Julie Stalmer 6:30 p.m., July 23
By the 18th Century, mighty Venice had become what Goethe called “the drawing room of Europe.”
Many of us seek and cherish essences when traveling to foreign places: a food, a shop, a fall of light, an open-air market, the peculiar curve or steep of street or hillside, the play of ...
Sound to give back silence
Every scene in a drama, according to the late director Mike Nichols, is either a fight, a seduction, or a negotiation. He added, as a footnote, the same is true in life. The thrill, or ...
The Reader's longtime reviewer of theater, classical music, and art
Why no one don’t know nuthin abut music around here Since a large proportion of current high school students graduate unable to speak or write correct English, and with no effective knowledge of history, it ...
A New Stellar Order shows through June 18
There’s a an artistic universe squeezed into a little gallery space tucked between a residential home and a tattoo parlor on the eastern edge of North Park. The space is called Teros Gallery, the same ...
Mapplethorpe’s work “moves toward a kind of perfection — it’s just a matter of refining.”
I was 11 or 12 when I befriended an older neighborhood boy who was a fanatical bodybuilder. Johnny pumped iron in the basement and would interrupt any conversation to do handstand pushups against a wall. ...
Listening station invites you to interpret a Miles Davis tune with paper and pens
San Diego Museum of Art’s Art of Music exhibit welcomes visitors with a giant ceramic auricle and protruding ear trumpet that, upon detecting the voices of passersby, proceeds to emit Beethoven’s “Grosse Fuge.” It’s a ...
How it was, how it is
In many of these photos, things have an existential aura of their own and seem to be observing us.
Coney Island was designed to overcome
Coney Island: Visions of the American Dreamland, 1861–2008 is a game, splashy exhibition.
This way to Radium Girl!
The Self-Taught Genius exhibit at the Mingei, artifacts from their conversation with the world
The poses matter.
Essaydi’s women don’t “present” to the viewer: each has an inner life made visible but unavailable to us.