POSTER CHILD NEEDED
Break out the canvas-stretcher. North Chuck’s looking for poster design submissions from local artists for next spring’s 2006 North Charleston Arts Festival. According to festival admins, the chosen design will be featured on over 35,000 brochures, 500 T-shirts, 200 posters, and possibly as many as a half dozen homeless Rivers Avenue transients.
The winning artist will be recognized for the design in special press releases and during the Festival’s opening reception in May, and the artist will have the chance to exhibit original works during the festival, which runs May 5-11, 2006. Submission guidelines and a downloadable application form are available on the web at www.northcharleston.org or artists can give a holler at 745-1087 for more info. You’d better get on the stick, though: the submission deadline is November 18. We recommend against incorporating used car lots or body shops into the design. — PS
It might have been better timed to coincide with last weekend’s Halloween festivities, but it’s a good bet that Actors’ Theatre of South Carolina‘s free, one-night production of 2: Goering at Nuremberg tonight will deliver the chills regardless. I caught Romulus Linney‘s play seven years ago during ATSC’s 1998 Piccolo Spoleto run of the show, and I do not exaggerate when I say Clarence Felder‘s portrayal of Nazi Reichsmarshall Hermann Goering will scare the daylights out of you. Goering was the highest ranking Nazi officer brought to trial at Nuremberg after WWII; he was convicted of crimes against humanity but somehow managed to off himself with a cyanide capsule hours before he was to be hanged. Goering was the embodiment of evil, but he was also brilliant, charming, witty, a control freak, a vain showoff, a psychopath, and a hedonist. Felder (who’s as nice a guy as you could ever hope to meet) captures the complexities of Goering’s character perfectly. You can see him yourself tonight at The Citadel’s Mark Clark Hall at 7 p.m. And it’s free. (In the isn’t-it-ironic department: Goering is famously alleged to have once said, “When I hear the word ‘culture,’ I reach for my Browning.”) — PS