For me, TexFest-ing is an Olympic sport. I may have achieved my personal best crashing through Dance Salad, Fusebox and CounterCurrent in 14 days.
“What are you working on?” asked Anis Shivani, a Texas poet, novelist, pundit and provocateur. “A story called ‘The loneliness of the arts writer’,” I replied. “All artists are lonely,” he shot back. “Maybe so, but arts writers are the loneliest,” I said.
When a writer pitched a story about an actor leaving Texas I immediately said, “No thanks, I need to focus on those staying.” Although, now I can't help wondering what would have been in that exit interview.
I spend a lot of time outside of Texas, for work, family, but mostly to keep up with my home artform: Dance. Nothing makes me happier than running into Texas dance artists doing work outside of Texas. So when a friend came up to me during my time at Jacob’s Pillow asking me if I knew that a Houston dancer was performing with the renowned choreographer Jonah Bokaer, my response was a proud, “Why, yes I do!”
Houston Ballet is throwing a little holiday get-together, at least that's what it looks like from my seat at the front of the rehearsal room as the company enacts the famous party scene from the Nutcracker.
During an email exchange with Jessica Lang about her collaboration with architect Steven Holl for Tesseracts of Time, I realized that I could hear the sounds of construction of Holl’s new Glassell School, part of the new MFAH campus, from my desk as I was typing.
I got it bad, festival fever. And I am not alone; Texas is right there with me.
I’ve been obsessed with Israeli contemporary dance since returning from International Exposure 2015 last December, and for good reason: Some of the best contemporary dance on the planet harks from the tiny seaside city of Tel Aviv.
On Feb. 3 some three million folks saw something amazing on network television: contemporary dance that was not part of a reality show. And it was good! Wait, there's more: the choreographers and the dancers were Texans!
here's something about do-ablity that is making me a more eager watcher these days. Perhaps I suffer from a mild case of sustainability syndrome. Maybe it's my Buffalo upbringing or being raised by depression era parents that puts me in the “doing more with less” mood.
I'm always looking for drama, just not necessarily in a theater. It's the burden of a performaniac.
Hollering about Texas with a perfect Southern drawl. My Pillow peers claimed that I mentioned Texas once every 31 minutes (yes, they kept track). It was my only retort to the “There's art in Texas?” question.