Hyperfantasia at The Brick Theater
Question everything. Laugh often. And be proud as peacocks, amoebas and hominids—you’re alive, and it’s June!
Question everything. Laugh often. And be proud as peacocks, amoebas and hominids—you’re alive, and it’s June!
If performance is an intersection between the realness of live embodiment and the fantastical suspension of reality, then this is true performance.
I put my arms around the dry branches, sunk my face between the needles. I remembered holding you like this before you left. I remembered when we did this without thinking.
I’m interested in setting myself as big a challenge as I can when I’m writing, saying to myself, “How can I love you?”
What is the body if not your closest, most concrete tie to blood lineage? It’s a mirror, a translation, a vessel for parallels and repetition across oceans and decades.
“I aim to be a balance between a healer, a dictator, and an anarchist” – Sophia Cleary
Paper. A tongue? A face? Hands, elbows, emerging body parts. Two bodies. Questions. Who are they to each other? Will they ever come out from behind the semi-translucent wall? Conceal and reveal. Discovery. Peekaboo, peep show, peeling back wrapping paper; pulling the curtain open in a stranger’s house to see a familiar smile.