The City Paper titles Philippa Hughes' imaginary memoir: "You can't spell party without ART!" An enthusiastic review on the cover: "Thanks for the Smirnoff Ice," says a guy who didn't buy any art.
Local artist Jiha Moon is creating a giant Flickr gallery of artists who are also moms, in time for Mother's Day.
A project by Ai Weiwei, the detained Chinese artist, was unveiled yesterday at the Pulitzer Fountain in New York, where Mayor Bloomberg praised the artist's courage. The Warhol and Rauschenberg foundations jointly issued a plea for his release, but there's been no official word from any D.C. organizations, including the Smithsonian despite the fact that Weiwei is scheduled to show at the Hirshhorn next year.
If Forever Winter would just end already (lows in the 40s last night!) we could all look forward to the annual sangria-infused summer repudiation of personal space, the National Gallery's Jazz in the Garden. Starts May 27.
Tyler Green on Lewis Baltz at the National Gallery: "Baltz had something to say about painting before he completely gave himself over to joining Robert Adams, Joe Deal, Hank Wessel and other photographers in re-defining the American landscape. Baltz took a clever route to considering 20th-century painting: Look around at buildings and billboards and other man-built structures. Find painters, paintings and -isms in them. Click."
A panel has recommended that the Smithsonian American Latino Museum be called just that, and also that it should be built on the Mall, between the National Gallery and the Capitol building.
Last week was full of red carpet events (Helen Hayes, White House Correspondent's Dinner), but this one is a little unorthodox.
Phillips After Five is tonight, and despite it being Cinco de Mayo, the theme of tonight's festivities will be Italy.
If Ruined didn't make you cry enough, here's Arena Stage serving up some more heartbreak from Falling Whistles, an advocacy group for African women and children: "It’s ironic that her name is Chance because that is all she wants to be given, an opportunity to have a chance at a full life. A life of dignity where my experience of a carefree childhood is not a foreign concept to her or her sisters, or her cousins, or any of the hundreds of thousands of women and girls who are raped in the DRC every year."
Calling all wonks (which means all of us, whether we like being called that or not, according to that irritatingly ubiquitous American University Metro poster campaign, and despite the fact that 'wonk' is actually a slur in Australia): Farragut North is at Olney. You may see it, and then resume preparations for 2012. Politico writes a rare theater review.
Arena Stage will offer "Pay your age" tickets for Oklahoma beginning at 10 a.m. on Monday, for patrons up to the age of 30.