In The Womb of the Tropical Spider    Lycra deployed like tenting, like venting, like pastel parachutes and saliva, forming  a  gigantic "spider" with udderlike, fabric stalactites weighed down with turmeric, glove, ginger, black pepper, and cumin introduces the hallucinatory feminine into the splendiferous, all-male, historic Park Avenue Armory.   One needs people cautiously making their way through the fabric passageways; one needs … [Read more...]