And there is no true aftermath. Like in real life, The Queen’s City of the South has no nice bow to string around itself. The characters are changed, certainly, and for the better, but their goals are not over.
Author: Aidan Pollock
Outside the walls of Sculpting the Senses we sanitise our world with concepts like biology, technology, astronomy, STEM, and other meaningless terms, inside these walls, however, everything is art, everything is celebrated.
Miller and director Serhat Caradee have formulated a play that pulses like raw nerves, an entangled knot of vulnerability, curiosity, fear, honesty, insecurity, and youth.
A protest group is also a force multiplier. It takes the resolutions of its individuals and funnels them through a single, multi-owned throat. Powered by swinging fists and beating hearts, it is one of the most effective ways for people to be heard.
Peter got AIDS because he liked men. He liked men so much he went to bed with them, held them, spoke to them soothingly, caressing their face as they lay legs-entwined.
The scepticism aura-ing each character suffuses, never suffocates. Freud’s Last Session, while a grave title, has a feather touch. If this movie marks a revitalisation of Freud as person rather than Freud as stereotype, perhaps it is appropriate that his unearthing requires a little tenderness.
With basslines beating like hot-red veins, Zombie! The Musical will chew you up and spit you out.
History is a silent corpse that sits by the wayside of our times. It lies unannounced, whisked in its funeral…
As part of a joint project between the Art Gallery of New South Wales and the Guggenheim in New York,…
One day, two or three years from now. I’ll add my name there, my vagabond mark. And someone I’ve never met will wonder where I am now, maybe it will be you.
