I’ve become a believer in the eye test.
It goes all the way back to Thomas, the ever-doubtful disciple, who just
couldn’t bring himself to believe the testimony of his brothers in
faith following the Crucifixion.
We’ve been here before, but it wasn’t quite the same. The frequently sun-struck paintings in the engaging exhibition, Continuity and Change: The Return to Figurative Painting,
now at Cincinnati Art Galleries, are the work of seven area artists...
In New York, under the
stage name Patti Astor, she became a club habitué and Queen of the
Downtown Screen. She was a star of some of the underground No Wave films
of the late 1970s/early 1980s that helped spark New York’s grungy and
wildly creative East Village arts scene.
“If something is worth doing, it’s worth overdoing,” proclaims one of the spunky gals in the current iteration of The Marvelous Wonderettes
at Ensemble Theatre Cincinnati this month. ETC apparently agrees, since
this is the fourth consecutive year it has staged one of Roger Bean’s
retro shows featuring music from the ’50s and ’60s.
The Hilton Brothers — photographers
Christopher Makos and Paul Solberg — have arrived in Cincinnati with
food on their minds. They don’t specify that it needs to be organic, but
it might as well be. The term pops up repeatedly as the New Yorkers
discuss their natural, open-ended approach to life, art and
The huge stone quarries that hide in the
landscapes of Ohio, Indiana and Kentucky are strange things, monsters of
ruggedly carved-out negative space that — when abandoned and filled
with water — attract illicit swimmers and divers.
In advance of last year’s FotoFocus
festival, probably the largest photography-related event in Cincinnati’s
history, I asked James Crump — the festival’s co-chair and then chief
curator/curator-at-large at Cincinnati Art Museum — if there wasn’t an
unspoken spirit hovering over the proceedings: Robert Mapplethorpe.