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The Healing Art

Dip your brush, for the community's sake

By Robin Shear
Jun 27, 2002

When Maria Stevenson learned about John Feight's Foundation for Hospital Art, inspiration struck. According to www.hospitalart.org, since founding the organization in 1984, the Atlanta-based artist -- with help from more than 100,000 volunteers -- has completed in excess of 20,000 paintings for nonprofit/charity hospitals and nursing homes in 165 countries...
Rush the Gates

Miranda July pries open the profound tyranny of doubt

By Robin Shear
May 23, 2002

Miranda July is trapped onstage. The Portland performance artist is stuck up on a catwalk, sandwiched between two video screens like a specimen pinned to glass, her every move choreographed to the live score composed by DJ and microbiologist Zac Love. Her trademark puff of platinum hair, an apt hybrid...
Women on the Verge of a Breakthrough

There's a lot of journeying going on in the lesbian world of film, from the Balkans to Central Asia to our own backyard

By Ronald Mangravite and Robin Shear
May 2, 2002

American entries to the Miami Gay and Lesbian Film Festival in short supply this year? Fine. Let's see how lesbians in Slovenia do it. That's right, Slovenia. And judging from Maja Weiss's excellent feature Guardian of the Frontier (Varuh Meje), they do it damn well. It being filmmaking, of course...
The Dixie Psychics

Down at Coral Castle, psychics are waiting for you and your future

By Robin Shear
May 2, 2002

The covered pavilion was sparse, psychics scattered, one to a table. A purveyor of New Age relics -- incense and oils, stones and jewelry -- chatted into her cell phone. The occasional hot dog and soda sold at the concession. On the lawn nearby, a lone man played creepy, upbeat...
It's a Bird, It's a Plane, It's a Pussy

Super she-dawgs Bitch and Animal rescue our favorite female parts

By Robin Shear
Mar 7, 2002

"Hi ... ," says the gritty voice on the other end of the line. Before I answer, I say to myself, I'm a liberated woman, a feminist, a big girl. I can do this. "Hi, Bitch," I say, trying to sound cheery and nonchalant. Bitch is half of the New...

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