Author Archives: pica-blogger

Kommer is divided into two parts – 1/2 live theater and 1/2 film, which together form a multilayered narrative, complicating layers of “reality” and “acting”. Of course, it’s all acting, but are the filmed, documentary-style characters somehow more authentic? Kommer … Continue reading →

Here is the stylized version of the PICA radio site, with instructions for downloading the audio to your itunes or whatever else (I posted the raw version before, if you need to download listening software or want something prettier to … Continue reading →

Kassys KOMMER posted by laura becker I really felt like I was missing something as I was sitting quietly, paying close attention to the characters on stage, who were seemingly brought together into a story of grief, when all of … Continue reading →

Human Rorchach or Psychotic breakdown? -Posted by P.A. Coleman I was wholly unprepared for the visceral brain warp of tEEth’s, Normal and Happy. Over the course of the 70-minute performance, my mental state progressed from calm complacency to wide-eyed distress. … Continue reading →

… yet so freakin’ funny. “Sell Out,” Andrew Dickson’s comedic and personal justification for being a sell out in a world in which artists cannot get paid, albeit self-aware and self deprecating, all in all was lacking in depth of … Continue reading →

It’s too late to write this, but you really should see Map Me. The performance could be stated as two acts filled with individual scenes. The first act is a variety of movie projections incorporating the two performers as screens. … Continue reading →

There is a dilemma at the core of The BE(A)ST of Taylor Mac that any self-aware snob has had to contend with before: what to do when the subculture moves to the mainstream, or rather, when an act from the … Continue reading →

Do you want to make more money? Sure, we all do, right? Would you be willing to cross-dress as an English grandmother to shill coffee for Starbucks to do it? Andrew Dickson did. And he wants to show you how … Continue reading →

It was time for me to move on. My brain wonders how it can cram more art into just one sultry Sunday and I want to run from talking and dancing and acting and writing. And I, damn fool that … Continue reading →