A couple of years ago, Ashley Bowman, co-artistic director of Artifact Dance Project, pitched an idea to the Tucson music duo Ryanhood.
Julia Cho's play, The Language Archive, is a story about the connection between dying languages and dying love.
The Man in Black rises in song at ATC
On International Women's Day last week, a single female dancer stepped out onto Ballet Tucson's dance floor.
I love this Rogue. Explosive. Smart. Funny. Fearless. Bright.
What’s the weather like in Dublin at the start of St. Patrick’s season?
It’s 1934 and in a small, listless seaside town one of the islands of Aran off the west coast of Ireland.
Walk into the newly remodeled Louis Carlos Bernal Gallery at Pima College and the first thing you see is a fairytale forest of golden trees.
It’s 1914, and in New York City four adolescent girls inhabit a sparse room in a Catholic reformatory for wayward girls.
I had just come out of Mexico City’s Hospital de Jesús Nazareno where Hernán Cortés’ remains are surreptitiously stashed in the adjacent templo when something happened that had never occurred before in my six years of living in Mexico: I got called a gringo.
I’m not supposed to wake dancer Francis Lawrence from his nap.
When Israel Horovitz wrote his play Lebensraum in 1996, he could have had no idea that it might become a cautionary tale for the 21st century.