Anton Chekhov hated pretension. He preferred concise diction that captured the essence of actual banal conversation, to archaic and flowery language that better served a playwright’s ego than a hungry audience.
Every detailed brushstroke emits an illusion of reality in this meticulously painted image of a tumbleweed, giving the feeling of being able to reach into the canvas and touch the delicate brambles.
Hollywood movies, the hazy air of Ireland and groundbreaking theater will all get their fair share from Unbound’s production of “Stones in His Pockets.”
Two faculty choreographers, four guest choreographers, 11 student choreographers, 33 dancers and three nights. It’s not the 12 nights of Christmas.
Thursday night cheese wheels and tasteful exhibitions might be attractive enough for the Vassar community. But behind the scenes, the Frances Lehman Loeb Art Center (FLLAC) is accomplishing a lot more.
Drums, keyboards and a bunch of guitars on a dimly-lit dance floor are what astonishes, or sometimes exasperates, the dedicated Mug-lovers on every other Thursday night, as their hopes and dreams to dance to the beats from the stereo are shattered into pieces.
The Limit transcends the notion of a traditional show with their unique lifestyle approach to comedy. The group describes itself as “Vassar’s only all-reptile comedy group.”
