The exhibition was held at the island's central bank, the Bank of Jamaica (BOJ). The BOJ, which is housed in a beautiful part of downtown Kingston, is known for its own art collection so it seemed fitting that the Exhibition would be held in the place where economists ponder monetary policy.
The artists who are on display include Jack Allen, Vivienne Burton, Lennox Coke, Myrth Hall, Ray Jackson, Patsy Mair, Howard Moo-Young, Lois, Sherwood-Lake, and Phyll Williams, among others. Though it is a relatively small exhibition, there are some good pieces to see and themes run from the beauty of the Jamaican landscape to modern day urban scenes. There are a few photography pieces, relief carvings, and abstract paintings.
Definitely, this exhibition is worth checking out.
For Better or Worse, at first blush, has a bit of an edge. The play at its heart presents the story of a relationship between a man and a woman and both characters, Alfred (Christopher Daley/Jerry Benzwick) and Marcia (Sakina Deer), are counterculture. Alfred, a trained professional who has lost his job, is now content to stay home and “mind” the children. His wife is not so content and it is her thrust to improve her lot in life which leads her to leave Alfred and have a relationship with her wealthy femaleboss that upsets the marital apple cart.House husband? Lesbians? This play is perhaps one of the more interesting Dawkins plays in recent times. It does not hurt that it is also funny. The cast* assembled is an experienced one, the plot absorbing, the characters confounding. This is a good play and definitely worth seeing.
Last night, I attended my first dancehall stage show. I'm a Kingstonian woman and all of 35 so it's a little late to be a debutante, but there you have it. The occasion was the “Lime Beenie Man Sizzle” at the National Stadium. On the whole, it was an extremely entertaining experience. The music, the characters. At times it had the air of a well staged, larger than life farce, but like I said, extremely entertaining. Of course, it being my first time, I made several mistakes that the more savvy concert goer would probably have avoided.
Firstly I went way too early. I got there at a little past 10 p.m., parked, made my way through the bank of pan chicken vendors offering up their heady incense. Walked my faux model walk (a friendly gentleman said to me "baby, tek yuh time") through the grand stand seating, and, with the media pass given to me by my "links", made my way to the very front of the venue. I expectantly took my place in front of the stage with great anticipation, and, gasp ... arrived in time to see all the up and comers. Yay! Actually, not really. The trotting out of these lesser performers went on for hours, until at least 1.30 a.m. I knew none of these artistes (which was quite frankly expected) but then I realised, neither did the other patrons. It would have been painful were it not for the immense entertainment value