Back in Cincy to audition a Robin, work the script, meet the team, know the place & con the space.
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Dystopias I
I’ve been thinking about Bob Trotman, a sophisticated, self-taught artist whom I met this year. Over the holidays I visited his sculpture Vertigoat the North Carolina Museum of Art: a larger-than-life guy in a business suit falls through space as if the bottom had dropped out; he looks surprised, terrified, and monumental. It’s the “monumental” […]