With all the free-booze scheming, artsy schmoozing, rabid-collector fighting, and gallerist drama going down this week, it’s easy to forget the whole point of this Art Basel thing: to pour your soul into a work and hope someone will see enough value to hand you money for rent. Thankfully, opening this week is a play that reminds us of all the blood and sweat that is necessary for this glitzy week of art fairs. In Zoetic Stage’s... More >>>