As absurd as this piece is (in a truly wonderful cringe-in-the-best-way-possible way), it strikes so many truths about the act of creation. Fargo crafts the brilliant, true dichotomy of an artist's lack of self-awareness and deep, suffering self-criticism. When the play turns in on itself, my heart twists with it. Leaves me both wanting more and satiated with the story that has been told -- an incredible monologue.
As absurd as this piece is (in a truly wonderful cringe-in-the-best-way-possible way), it strikes so many truths about the act of creation. Fargo crafts the brilliant, true dichotomy of an artist's lack of self-awareness and deep, suffering self-criticism. When the play turns in on itself, my heart twists with it. Leaves me both wanting more and satiated with the story that has been told -- an incredible monologue.