Here, YouTube rabbit-holes have become otherworldly and the Internet is the stage where the best magic happens. The exhibition is a sort of “ghost in the machine,” the ectoplasm of conspiracy theories and the spiritualism of singularity.
When Dallas' Dark Circles Contemporary Dancers took Jacob's Pillow's storied Inside/Out stage on a breezy Wednesday evening, it was hard not to be filled with Texas dance pride.
When Nathaniel Donnett was wheeled in laying inside a coffin at the CAMH for his artist talk, In Memory of... as part of his installation, Nothing to See Hear in Right Here, Right Now: Houston, I wondered how the talking part was going to pan out.
