←Recommendations of The Exhibit

Much like with New Art audiences won't visibly experience the artist's signature applied to The Exhibit because for Kirkman that signature is found in the stage directions.

Kirkman opens up a wall to converse with her medium and those who exist within it and for the duration, completing a loop with audience at hand.

Meaning is applied, reinforced, and forgotten, through sensory interaction from script to actor to stage and to art. No doubt you too will find meaning here, it might not be a map, but surely there are directions.

Also screw the British Museum.

I have never enjoyed reading stage directions as much as I enjoyed reading Kirkman's in this clever piece. This Velveteen Rabbit of plays where art and life and the theatre blend and what's real is being seen, being worn, being loved... No one's recommendation or even synopsis of this play will be the same and that's the beauty of it. So many lovely facets. Physical humor. Metaphors galore. Loved it.

100 words is not enough.

You start this play & instantly think, "I'm so on board." You get further and realize the immensity of what Kirkman is deconstructing, and you go, "Kirkman, you goddamn genius." But then you get further and hit another line, and you go, "You could also read this this way." And THEN, you could read it this way. Or this way. And that way.

No matter the way(s), the best art makes you feel seen, however old (or new) you are. Stage this now. Forever. For as long as we have art. Goddamn genius.

A metaphor that reached so far outside of the box it touched me through the page. A play that hurt me because it found a way to scratch off every problem in the world by focusing it down to a single issue. To tell you it would be a denial of the beautiful reveal you deserve to read on your own. This is art you cannot put a price on.

I dig the meta moments and how it so openly invites collaborators in the production team and in the audience to make this show one heck of a time. The one-ness that starts with a breaking of a finger is magic.

A hilarious, heartbreaking, and eye-opening critique on the Museum Industrial Complex and the Capitalism of Art. Such fun and compelling characters. A piece that makes us question our own autonomy and worth as human beings and artists. I laughed out loud. At times I audibly gasped. One time I said: "holy shit" out loud. Highly recommend. Would love to see this fully produced. Great work!

A theatrical and inventive romp that examines the nature of art and art collecting. I loved the way this play combines absurd moments with ones that are deeply affecting. I'd love to see this play staged!