The exhibition is called “Inevitable Continuum,” though it was not in the least bit inevitable. If Westen Charles, Elizabeth Withstandley, and the artist known as “Cooper” hadn’t decided to set up a space for young, starving artists in the Wynwood ten years ago, there wouldn’t be any continuum at all…

You’ve seen Heinz Award-Winner/International Sculpture Lifetime Achievement Award-Winner Mark di Suvero’s sculpture before. At FIU, outside of the Miami Fed, and in dozens and dozens of places across the USA — sometimes it’s so big, so of a piece with the urban landscapes surrounding it, that you figure it’s something…

Midway through The Seafarer, when it became clear that the play’s antagonist was not some abstract embodiment of evil but was in fact the devil himself, out to win the soul of the play’s protagonist and send it forever to Judeo-Christian hell, I had a small argument with myself. See,…

The Who weren’t always quite as good as people think. From 1964 ’til 1971, they suffered from a tinny sound and a vocalist, Roger Daltrey, who yelped more than he sang. Then came Who’s Next, and Daltrey’s voice metamorphosed into a hyper-masculine growl: the sound of the blues, if blues…

In most books, even very pretty ones, the art is subordinate to the text, and the design — the paper, the binding, the layout, the cover — is subordinate to everything else. Not so at the Art and Culture Center of Hollywood, at least not tonight (1650 Harrison St., Hollywood)…

You haven’t heard of them, they are not rich, and they may even have day jobs. Nevertheless, there are honest-to-god filmmakers right here in Florida, and this is your chance to meet them. Today at 9:30 p.m. at Cinema Paradiso (503 SE 6 Street, Fort Lauderdale), the Fort Lauderdale International…

Deborah Sherman tells me that Barton Bishop’s Still The River Runs is drawing the worst houses in the history of the Promethean Theatre, of which Sherman is the executive artistic director. This is remarkable, because Promethean Theatre is a company that almost always draws bad houses. I have seen them…

Haunted houses have a large order to fill, namely because it takes talent and careful planning to scare the crap out patrons who are so obviously waiting for exactly that thing. But there’s a tried-and-true formula that certifiably screams suspense. The answer: clowns. Also: carnivals. Also: sausage. All very creepy…

Eugene O’Neill, born in 1888 and dead by the end of 1953, carried around a lot of angst. He had an absentee father and a morphine-addicted mother. He drank too much and suffered from severe depression. He divorced his first two wives, and his third was hopelessly addicted to sedatives…

Singer Bob Hoose may look like somebody’s sleazy uncle on All My Children, ‘80s vintage, but he can sing like Frank Sinatra. Really — he sings a lot like Frank Sinatra, or at least the way Sinatra sang before he pickled his vocal cords in Johnny Walker. This is the…

Theater “by women, about women, for everyone.” This is the slogan of the Women’s Theatre Project, and it is as harmless (in a nü-school, inclusive, P.C. kind of way) as it is brainless (would women ever go to a theater that was “by men, about men, for everyone”?). It is…

Pablo Picasso and Carlos Luna have little to do with each other. Sure, Spanish was a first language for both of them; Picasso half-invented Cubism, and Luna has at least a passing interest in the form. They were born in different centuries, but the work of both seems to belong…

No playwright plumbs issues of modern gayness as often as Terrence McNally, and he’s seldom plumbed more deeply than he means to with Some Men. And frankly, few theaters in South Florida are less equipped to interpret his effort than Rising Action Theatre. Rising Action is a new, poor company…

If America is a melting pot, then Miami is a bakery, and its neighborhoods are its ovens. What comes out of them is lovely, but so resolutely individualistic that you’d never want to stick them together in a broth. The Gables crystallizes into a luxurious middlebrow Valhalla, South Beach explodes…

Art’s been looking for symmetry forever — loving it, cuddling it, approaching it, bowing before it wherever it was located. Then came the 1600s and science, and suddenly art had to share. What could be more symmetrical, more perfect a celebration of the laws of the cosmos, than Isaac Newton’s…

Honestly: Would we Americans actually notice if our votes ceased to matter? According to director Dorothy Fadiman, this isn’t even a hypothetical — they don’t, and we didn’t. Stealing America: Vote by Vote is a new agitprop documentary detailing the ways the powers that be have driven certain minorities from…

August Wilson, in case you’re not a fan or happened to miss the obits in 2005, was a half-black, half-white American playwright who, in a scattershot way, attempted and completed one of the most ambitious projects in the history of American theater. That project was “The Pittsburgh Cycle,” a series…