A sensitive, sharp play with some of the best one-liners I've read in a long time.
"Art Gets What it Wants" blurs lines — between art and artist, between friend and lover, between past and present, and between what we intend and how it's interpreted. You have to be pretty sick in the head to trust yourself enough to make something, so how fragile is that trust when you make something with someone else? Is it inherently romantic to collaborate?
More plays about art-making should be this interested in "why" and not "how."
A sensitive, sharp play with some of the best one-liners I've read in a long time.
"Art Gets What it Wants" blurs lines — between art and artist, between friend and lover, between past and present, and between what we intend and how it's interpreted. You have to be pretty sick in the head to trust yourself enough to make something, so how fragile is that trust when you make something with someone else? Is it inherently romantic to collaborate?
More plays about art-making should be this interested in "why" and not "how."