These days I see more of Martin Creed strutting his stuff on stage than I do of his work in galleries. What is that? An early-middle aged pull towards the theater? Or more evidence that "visual art" these days includes just about everything? He was performing recently at the traditional Cochrane Theatre, playing songs and reminiscing about the past year or so, including his ballet (Work No. 1020) that debuted at Sadlers Wells Theater in London. A ballet dancer joined him and mimed all of his actions, which made for hilarious viewing. He rambled on in his endearing way, even mentioning eating his dinner the previous night.