"To me, the television is sex, the bed is sex, the sky is sex, you're sex, I'm sex, everything is sex."
Annie Sprinkle flies bare-breasted and smiling in the face of art-world pretension. Her work, a marriage of performance, pornography, spirituality, and science, is the undiluted product of 25 y
Bill T. Jones's acclaimed multicultural dance company, Bill T. Jones/Arnie Zane and Company, continues to relish a record of undimmed critical success. Jones has created a stunning corpus of pattern-driven, avant-garde pieces that explore life's journeys -- an intimate topic for Jones, who is the son
Laurie Anderson trained as a violinist, art historian, sculptor, and more recently, as a poet. For those familiar with her work, the mere mention of her name is enough to start a multimedia memory extravaganza.
Anderson embraced multiple technologies before "multimedia" became an unhyphenated wor