The Observer is a collection of written observations from live performances in metro-Phoenix.  This site is for a wide variety of performance events, whether dance, theatre, drag, etc. The intention is to promote local performances and the artists behind them, generate a dialogue amongst artists and appreciators of the arts, and develop a stronger and more supportive creative community in Phoenix. The Observer is open to curated observations from the public. If you would like to share your review, or if you would like a reviewer to attend your event, please contact us! INFO@NUEBOX.ORG

The views expressed by the authors are theirs alone and do not reflect the views, positions, or opinions of [nueBOX] or [nueBOX] staff.

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Meaningless(ful?) moments in 'untitled': a cybersex dinner party jazz recital

May 1, 2020

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August 1, 2020

On Saturday May 30th I joined Greybox collective for an evening of virtual performance via the meeting software Zoom: ON REPEAT / asses in seats. For the duration of the show I improvised my hand across notebook pages continuously improvising in words for the duration...

July 4, 2020

When “normal” meant harm to so many of us – when it does mean harm to so many of us – the NQRMAL show released me of a shared burden of carrying this moment alone in quarantine attempting to regulate my nervous system and process the layered uprisings, actions, and aff...

May 18, 2020

While I’ve been missing my friends, my family, and the sweaty, loud strangers in the bars I used to frequent on non-quarantined weekends, Marlene Strang and Leanne Schmidt, AKA the Ladies, have had something up their loudly patterned sleeves to keep the Phoenix perform...

May 1, 2020

During this time of social distancing, [nueBOX] is offering a series of online shows livestreamed from the homes of the performers called the RE:volving Living Room Series. This article is about the first show in this series, an untitled piece by Dienae that premiered...

February 11, 2020

I’m a little in my head after “white onion.” Watching a powerpoint in a dark and crowded room must have tricked my subconscious into thinking I’m back in a college lecture hall, because my eyes are getting heavy and I’ve smothered a yawn or two. The stage darkens and a...

February 3, 2020

Dance artists are supposed to be good at eviscerating our souls for emotional catharsis. Movement is a universal language, and dance gets at the emotions that words can’t, and at some point, we’ve all reposted that Martha Graham quote where she declares dance “the hidd...

December 30, 2019

Usually when I walk into a performance there’s a rumble of conversation among the audience before the show begins. The audience members at My Father, My Martyr, and Me, however, are quiet. Seated in a circle at the Helen K. Mason Performing Arts Center, surrounding wha...

October 27, 2019

The Scene:

Moving through the parking lot of a dark strip mall on the outskirts of a campus town. You know the kind: angular buildings of nearly identical business fronts, blinds drawn against being forgotten to a bygone era. Two people are unloading something out of a...

October 8, 2019

Let Your Lady Out, like other productions by Leanne Schmidt and Marlene Strang AKA The Ladies, doesn’t give the audience a chance to be passive observers. The Ladies, on their journey of self-embetterment, bring viewers along the path towards a brighter future with the...

September 9, 2019

This is part 2 of a condensed transcript (edited by Dienae Hunter) of a conversation between Sofia Dotta and Dienae Hunter about their reflections on BlakTinx Dance Festival Phoenix 2019. In this part of our conversation we cover Solace, Mi Triste Palomar, One, Trepidi...

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