"Art," Yayoi Kusama once said, "is both the symptom and cause for my obsession." Indeed, her works -- many of which amalgamate thousands of polka dots into recognizable forms -- are the manifestation of the spots, nets, and flowers that she has seen in hallucinations since childhood. Many cite her tr
Mouse on Mars spins symphonies of wet blips, bleeps, buzzes, and beats into disjointed ditties of electronic joy. Since the early '90s, the D'sseldorf duo of Jan St. Werner and Andi Toma has been composing a world within an electronic soundscape that is anything but cold. It's as if these two only fi
"In the work of every American playwright at the end of the twentieth century, there are only two stages: before she or he has read Maria Irene Fornes -- and after."
Though Paula Vogel's words are a fitting tribute to this dramatist's sensitive works, it's not surprising if Fornes' name draws a b
When Chow Yun-Fat steps into view, your eyes are immediately drawn to him. He commands the screen with an undeniable charisma and an imitable sense of the cool. For his cool is not detached, it's not ironic or cold or urban in any familiar way. No, Chow Yun-Fat's cool is distinctly warm: you trust hi