What a stunning find Mr. de Forest is. Walking through this exhibit is like taking a trip not on a synthetic psychedelic, but a desert, arid, hallucinogenic like peyote. Shamanistic is the best quintessential description I can find of his work here. It is a spiritual sojourn, yet without any brier patches which encumber the exploration like sticky molasses. There is no negative discharge....

What happens when a natural actor ages? What is his grasp of mortality? To answer such a question and help uncover a fruitful redolent moss underneath a stone that has been left unturned by humanity would be a triumph. It may, however, not be in the repertory of an actor to be so dedicated to such grandiosity. There may be a catharsis and achievement in simply the act itself.   How....

Rabbit Hole is a meditation on grief. On how even if material abundance is present, even if there is the complete sense of contentment and freedom from the havoc that is wrought by an outside world, it is always hanging on a gently balance. Just as violently abruptly, this balance can become broken. How then, does one readjust?   It doesn’t help that the mother of a child who has lost....