Category Archives: Exchange

The Way Of Grace: In Conversation With Playwright Tarell Alvin McCraney

Ecstatic Exchange is series on The Ecstatic Flash that chronicles my dialogues with people that inhabit creative spaces. The goal is to engage “successfully”artistic people and in so-doing inspire us all to lead more creative lives. In this edition, award-winning playwright Tarell Alvin McCraney, talks to me about his life in the arts and the force of Grace, which also happens to be the name of both his grandmothers.

The Way Of Grace: In Conversation With Playwright Tarell Alvin McCraney

Ecstatic Exchange is series on The Ecstatic Flash that chronicles my dialogues with people that inhabit creative spaces. The goal is to engage “successfully”artistic people and in so-doing inspire us all to lead more creative lives. In this edition, award-winning playwright Tarell Alvin McCraney, talks to me about his life in the arts and the force of Grace, which also happens to be the name of both his grandmothers.

One Name, One Dream: Painter Alvaro In His Own Words

“I knew it!” he bellowed. “I said to myself, look for Naomi, look for Naomi and there you are! I knew you would be fabulous!” These were the first words Brooklyn-born, Bronx-raised artist of Puerto-Rican and Spanish descent, Alvaro uttered to me when we met on the stairs on the First Baptist Church in the City of New York over a year ago. Alvaro—like Madonna and Rihanna, mononymously known for his craft— darted up the stairs, toward the bright red church doors against which I was leaning and gave me a warm and deep hug, the varietal of hug exchanged by old friends, and not people who were meeting for the first time ever for the purposes of an interview…

One Name, One Dream: Painter Alvaro In His Own Words

“I knew it!” he bellowed. “I said to myself, look for Naomi, look for Naomi and there you are! I knew you would be fabulous!” These were the first words Brooklyn-born, Bronx-raised artist of Puerto-Rican and Spanish descent, Alvaro uttered to me when we met on the stairs on the First Baptist Church in the City of New York over a year ago. Alvaro—like Madonna and Rihanna, mononymously known for his craft— darted up the stairs, toward the bright red church doors against which I was leaning and gave me a warm and deep hug, the varietal of hug exchanged by old friends, and not people who were meeting for the first time ever for the purposes of an interview…