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Sure, the dialogue is still snappy and there’s a lot to look at on the screen, but suddenly it seems as though the jokes, the action and the emotion have all been sanded down. The entertainment experience becomes blunt and lifeless. Without music, you don’t feel as connected to the characters or as vitalized by the action.
The year was 1926. World War I had ended eight years prior, and the Roaring 20s were in full swing. While Phoenix’s once-booming cotton industry had all but dried up following the war, a new era of growth had begun in the Valley of the Sun—one writer Scott Fitzgerald referred to as the “greatest, gaudiest spree in history.”
For some, filling a house with the things that make it a home is all about thrift and function. Pretty things and baubles plucked from the shelves of the nearest discount store are hung, laid and placed without regard for where it came from or whose hands have worked to create it.
20th century French philosopher Jacques Maritain said, “Art comes from a deeper part of the intellect, not the reasoning part alone. There is an interpenetration of art and nature so that a place comes alive because of its history.”
Ballet Arizona and Phoenix Ballet are also presenting their own productions of “The Nutcracker” throughout December. Meanwhile, Center Dance Ensemble is performing Frances Ford Cohen’s “Snow Queen” at Herberger Theater Center through Dec. 16 and the Christian Dance Company will present the 31st anniversary of its holiday show “The Spirit of Christmas” Dec. 8–16 at Chandler Center for the Arts.
Have you ever wondered what sound a color makes? What if the sky, the ocean or the mountains could sing? After only a few seconds of listening to the Boulder Creek Madrigal Singers, I’m convinced that I now know.
Among stunning displays of teal malachite and a sparkling spectrum of purple amethyst, a sense of tranquility seems to float in the air at Rare Earth Gallery in the heart of Cave Creek. Inside the doors is art of a scope not available anywhere else, and the medium is Mother Earth herself.