A common complaint of the much-loved cult classic 1988 Tim Burton film “Beetlejuice”—and its sequel—is that there’s just not enough of its fabulous titular character sprung to life, er, death, by the inimitable Michael Keaton.
“I speak more easily through photographs.” These words appear in the introduction to Ann Ray’s Love Looks Not Through The Eyes: Thirteen Years With Lee Alexander McQueen.
Arts exhibitions and performances have returned in full swing to West Michigan.
Asked to put together a bit of live entertainment for an EMI Film Studios Christmas party, Richard O’Brien, aspiring actor and lover of B movies, wrote a song called “Science Fiction Double Feature.” It went over pretty well.
Arts exhibitions and performances have returned in full swing to West Michigan. This season, there’s absolutely no shortage of concerts, symphonies, plays, musicals, ballet, visual arts and beyond.
Rhiannan Sibbald says she’s one of those textbook stories of someone who’s been artist their whole life, and she owes that to her parents.
You want to commemorate something. That band, maybe—the one whose music you’d listen to late at night, when the world was crumbling around you.
The hit jukebox musical “Jersey Boys” begins with a foreshadowing on two levels.
Yuka Oba grew up in Japan’s Fukushima Prefecture, in a hometown nestled among mountains. An active, imaginative child, she would sometimes straddle a broomstick and run around the house, losing herself in dreams of flying.
In an age when you can find images of everything from the most ancient sculptures to the most groundbreaking new art online, there’s still nothing quite like seeing art in person. Fortunately, West Michigan has a vibrant array of galleries where you stroll, stare… and maybe pick out something to take home.
For Thiago Porraz, it began in school with art classes, then turned into a hobby at home, which grew into a true passion.
There is perhaps nothing more exciting for a well-seasoned theatre lover than the opportunity to see brand new work.
Just imagine the thrill of what it would be like to be a fly on the wall when Elvis Presley, Jerry Lee Lewis, Johnny Cash, and Carl Perkins had an impromptu jam session at the dawn of rock and roll.
