Alexandra Tatarsky collages narratives of artmaking and despair into a semi-autobiographical tour-de-farce, as told by a young Jewish woman who thinks she is a small German boy who thinks he is a tree. Equal parts sad clown, demented cabaret, and extended crisis of meaning, this unhinged solo takes place in the hellscape of the mind.
ABOUT ALEXANDRA TATARSKY
I seek the slippery edges of disciplines—where one becomes another—as a mode ofquestioning the categories we use to organize our experience. My work is an ongoing inquiry into live performance’s unique ability to probe the construction of meaning, self and community in real time.
While I am devoted to pursuing hybrid performance forms and their potential to cause trouble at the border, I identify as a clown. The clown is the ideal model for our times:one who responds to what is actually happening in the room and considers failure a gift, a chance to explore what can be done with the available materials. My work embracesradical openness towards an audience and presence as the prime material for play.