WIP 015: Creation, colonization, transmission, reclamation
In its fifteenth installment, the WIP LA series at G-SON has established itself here in Los...
Read MoreBy Celine Kiner | Mar 26, 2025
In its fifteenth installment, the WIP LA series at G-SON has established itself here in Los...
Read MoreBy Celine Kiner | Feb 19, 2025
After a long week — and as all of Los Angeles can attest, a long January — I was relieved to...
Read MoreBy Celine Kiner | Nov 20, 2024
A sold-out house at REDCAT for the Friday night showing, on week two of its 21st annual New...
Read MoreBy Celine Kiner | Oct 22, 2024
Vanessa Hernández Cruz’s solo work, Exhale Static, Inhale Fumes, feels different every time she...
Read MoreBy Celine Kiner | May 23, 2024
In Genna Moroni’s world, the voices calling from the void are contradictory, omniscient, hilarious and dreadful. You know, the voices we all have: the pressures, the inner critics that hold us hostage. Moroni’s voices are represented by extraordinarily talented dancers and a witty narrator — who, despite facing existential dread, are carrying on in all their complex beauty.
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