When I started at Intermission, my world was limited to the confines of an armchair. Arts journalism was a high it felt dangerously fruitless to chase. The life stretched ahead of me was amorphous and frightening, a chasm filled with hand sanitizer and immigration concerns. It was worth crying over a spilled kombucha and scrubbing at the stain.
By Aisling Murphy /Jan 22, 2025
iPhoto caption: J. Kelly Nestruck headshot courtesy of The Globe and Mail.
We aren’t trying simply to shift art that is meant to be experienced live to carbon copies online. Online collaborations that produce work that is meant to be experienced online can continue along with attending concerts at the concert hall.
Last week I read for three different detective roles in the same project: Detective Lotsadays, Detective Fewerdays, and Detective Prollyjustafuckinday.