Empathy for Ahab
OR, THE WHALE BREATHES NEW AIR INTO THE SAILS OF A SINKING SHIP Coinciding the end of its run with the Fertile Ground Festival, Portland Experimental Theater Ensemble (PETE) adapts Juli Crockett’s [Read On…]
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ArticlesUndress The Monster
Frankenstein: A Cabaret is a modern-day folk-opera about female sexuality, desire and creativity. Much grabs the attention in The Broken Planetarium’s presentation of Frankenstein: A Cabaret even before the show starts. On Thursday [Read On…]
Her Desperate Prayer
Source Material offers Nini Julia Bang upon migration to Portland The Headwaters Theatre is not a large venue, but when you remove the seats it is obviously smaller. For A Thousand Tongues, [Read On…]
Women talking Sex: A Collaborative Take on Eleanor O’Brien’s What is Erotic? “What is Erotic to you?” was posed to the audience in a closing song and dance number at a performance of [Read On…]
A Home For the Night
There is one scene in Saturday night’s Maybe it’s Because…(I’m So Versatile) workshop performance that made me remember something I hadn’t recalled in a while. It’s not one specific, singular memory, because the occurrence [Read On…]
Gender Studies
Cassandra Boice’s Gender Tree sparks a conversation many here in Portland want to have. Imagine descending a small flight of stairs into a hallway partially illuminated by quivering fluorescent lights. Alright, they aren’t actually [Read On…]
Two Breakthrough Shows by Two Homegrown Artists
One-man and one-woman shows demonstrate polarity at the Fertile Ground festival. My old steel bike frame heavily hoisted upon my shoulders, its old scarred body being carried like a damsel across the [Read On…]
The Tracks of Truth and Lies
at a crossing, past and present collide in Nancy Moss’s Deception. The opening scene of Nancy Moss’s new play, Deception, introduces us to Anne Winter just as she is receiving a surprise [Read On…]
down: The Rabbit Hole
“I feel like I’m dissolving.” Clarity is a residence that we can’t always make out from a distance. It assembles itself sometimes only when we’ve exhausted the trail leading up to it. We know it’s there. [Read On…]