Through their music, artists like Ginni Mahi and The Casteless Collective have protested the ways Dalits have been maltreated and marginalized in Hindu culture, often called “untouchables.”
In its best moments, Radio Live made the world feel smaller with rich vignettes from lives we might have little intimate access to.
Memory is directly linked to our sense of smell. That’s why Cyril Teste chose to engage the audience’s noses in directing Opening Night at the Crossing the Line festival.
With climate change an undeniable threat, will arts festivals have to reassess their reliance on air travel?
This boldly minimalist production — a co-presentation of FIAF’s Crossing the Line festival, the Invisible Dog Art Center, and The Cooper Union directed by Fanny de Chaillé — revisits a text written for times of upheaval.
Huyghe’s The Host and the Cloud, which ran at the Crossing the Line festival, creates a surprising sense of solemnity in making ready for events.
The experimental play Manmade Earth, a co-presentation of FIAF’s Crossing the Line festival and The Invisible Dog Art Center, demanded that its audience listen to the experiences and anxieties of adolescents from around the world.
In Opening Night director Cyril Teste and actor Isabelle Adjani went to lengths to present their protagonist with psychological depth and intimacy at FIAF’s Crossing the Line festival.
Congolese choreographer Faustin Linyekula and American writer and director Annie Dorsen contemplate storytelling at the Crossing the Line Festival.
Long a darling of the European festival circuit, Romeo Castellucci and his Socìetas Raffaello Sanzio have since the 1980s presented a visually driven, philosophical theater, often with classical references and the provocative presence of animals and the animality of humans.
Choreographer and writer Jack Ferver’s new collaboration with artist Marc Swanson, Chambre, begins with Ferver, scantily-clad in a gold, chained bodysuit and dark sunglasses, ranting about a former employee who had the audacity to use “my YSL discount without my permission.”
Perhaps there are a few whose steely hearts do not melt at the sight of a child in a tutu performing her first solo or, as the curtain rises, a lone grade-schooler pretending to be a tree. But 600 Highwaymen (writer/directors Abigail Browde and Michael Silverstone) figures no one can resist five prepubescent thespians, and they’re probably right.