Field of Dreams, good & evil, and building a community to support the arts: OtB Artistic Director Lane Czaplinski and sidekick Erin Jorgensen cover this and more in their in-depth conversation at the Streamline Tavern.
I was very excited to see Helena Theatre Company on the bill, precisely because they are from Helena. One of the great things about NWNW is that we get to see performers from so many different areas.
The show didn't disappoint. The conversation about funding, and the effect that has on the art, is an important one. It was presented here in a thoughtful, and fun, way.
This was easily the show most outside my wheelhouse. I just don't get to the drag shows, so I have only the tiniest experience with it, and had no idea what to expect after seeing the promotional stills.
Initially, it seemed like a funny bit. Feyonce has her own rather unique look, and watching her perform 'Put A Ring...
Deserving Art by Helena Theatre Company – During the piece I kept trying to pull myself back and not to be distracted by my own thoughts. “Funding is the beginning of magic” – I pondered on this phrase….. “or something else?” I thought of the image of empty audience seats in the opening night of independent-produced shows. Where were the people? When Alex, the Program Director of the NEA, approved the project proposal of his dear Uncle Mike, I thought of the way artists also would relate to each other. “It is just human nature,” I tried to tell myself, as anger did not seem to be something more than a nerve reaction through my spine.
Sass Manifesto by Feyonce/Wayne Bund – “They were so expressive! And so happy dancing!! They were dancing themselves!!” I got totally excited and thought I had caught the glimpse of light when I saw Wayne Bund swing their body on the stage. We all know that dancers love dance and...
There’s something so satisfying, so fundamentally fulfilling watching (and listening!), to David Schmader as he sets up the hallowed arena of OTB’s stage for a game/set/match of a tortuous, surgically precise rib tickling. With his own dapper clown self being the main target, he lobs a great volley of clever essay eviscerating the Grand Arts Tradition. The inevitable metamorphosis into his day-glo doppelgänger of a nasty/sweet surprise will make you piss yourself. I hero worship.
Coleman Pester / Tectonic Marrow Society has built an architectural landscape of shifting light and shadow. A cubist refraction of weight, design and precision. Watching the three perfect dancers felt to me like being enfolded in the flow and fold of a bustling city’s action and reaction. Made me homesick for NY.
YOU…are AMAZING! And in case you had any doubts to the contrary,...
Last night I attended the mainstage show at Northwest New Works, and just like last week, I saw many things.
I only think I’ve ever heard Schmader on the radio; or perhaps the lilt of his voice lends me to falsely remember this. Indeed the lilt and practice of his voice is what he was calling attention to in his subject matter and the matter of his subject. With repetition and improvisation he assures us that he is in utter control. And then a special guest appears, who somehow brings the whole thing to a moralistic sense.
Tectonic Marrow Society
Coleman Pester and his dancers have drawn a line between three points. The structure in the middle of the stage already splits the playable area into a series of triangles while the audience is observed closely. A monolith, an audience, and the...