“The Count,” a recent study of hundreds
of theater productions nationwide between 2012 and 2015 at nonprofit
theaters such as the Playhouse in the Park and others in Cincinnati,
revealed that roughly one-fifth were written by women. That’s an
improvement over a decade ago, but it’s a long way from parity.
Eclectic clothing, pineapple hangers and
ceramic boob vases — these are just a few of the items that can be found
at Continuum in Over-the-Rhine, an eclectic bazaar supporting an array
of independent and emerging designers, artists and makers.
There is an underlying fluidity,
impermanence and shaky confidence at the core of Ruth Galm’s
hyper-vigilant and engrossing debut novel, Into the Valley, that is both unsettling and, ultimately, victorious.
Never lacking in ambition, first-time
author Brian Panowich enters the ring with a no-holds-barred, age-old
tale of the ties that bind family and the resentments and stubbornness
that tear families apart.
On a sweltering July morning, a cabal of
volunteers ransack the interior of the Imperial Theatre Mohawk, a
102-year-old theater that’s been empty for decades, with the exception
of an occasional church service and its stint as a store selling
mattresses and furniture.
In 2013 and 2014 I saw Lumenocity up
close. Last year I scored free tickets at
the last minute. I wasn’t so lucky in 2015, so my wife and I invited
friends and neighbors to a “watch party” at our OTR home, just a block
east of Washington Park.
War-related memorials and monuments are one of the most
common forms of public art, and it will probably stay that way as long
as there are wars to remember. But just because we have these
everywhere, we shouldn’t take their existence for granted.
As Cincinnati Chamber Orchestra concluded
its 40th anniversary season last June, the organization faced
significant challenges. In addition to seeking a new music director, the
CCO confronted losses in attendance, funding and visibility.
If you read playbills carefully, you’ve
probably seen Dee Anne Bryll’s name. She’s worked at most every theater
in town — from the Playhouse to the Covedale Center, from Northern
Kentucky University to University of Cincinnati’s College-Conservatory
of Music, plus countless engagements with local schools.
You can feel like you’re viewing the
history of photography — as well as American history — from one of those
disorienting, spinning Rotor amusement-park rides as you walk through
Taft Museum of Art’s Enduring Spirit: Edward Curtis and the North American Indians.
Andrew Welsh-Huggins has got their number
— the number that relates to classic hard-boiled mystery novels with
flawed heroes; complicated goings-on that come clear only in the final
pages; love affairs a long way from first love but more interesting than
that well-traveled route; and an ending that brings you up short by way
of revealing things, logical but surprising, that neither you nor the
central character guessed.
Aside from those who become marketable
marquee stars, it’s not all that common for dancers to find a
sustainable living in their art form. Or long-term romance. Or family.
It’s a hard-knock life, being a dancer.