The Annual Ann Arbor Art Fair took place last Thursday through Sunday, bringing artists, vendors, shoppers and spectators who lined the blocks of South University, North University, Main, Liberty and State.
Theatre, live theatre — from dusty black box spaces in church basements in a quiet New Jersey suburb to the bright, shimmering, elusive lights of Broadway — is victory. This is what I think about as I watched the 72nd annual Tony awards on Jun. 10, on Missouri cable on my small, St.
I lingered in the Michigan Theater’s main auditorium last Thursday after the screening of Bo Burnham’s directorial debut, “Eighth Grade.” A crowd of teenagers, young adults and retirees had just finished giving Burnham a standing ovation after his short Q&A and were now streaming out the back
Art never really exists in a vacuum. It may not always be obvious, but each artistic creation fits somewhere in the constellation of human experience, drawn from and given meaning by the array of stars surrounding it.
It’s difficult to describe Danilo Brito's expression when he plays. His face seems to go through subtle emotional shifts as the music progresses: One moment nostalgic, the next joyful, the Brazilian mandolinist slips between different states almost imperceptibly.