The world of Art Duty is fictional (sort of) and familiar (completely) because of Prillaman's delicate control over the piece and the tiny scraps of information we can wring from this tight script rife with dry humor. Here we're given scenes, tidbits, thoughts, and moments to consider. No answers (the security isn't here to give answers, after all) but I don't think you'd want them. Real art is for art's sake, real art owes you nothing. Real art exists and this is a play that truly just exists in the most brilliant of ways.
The world of Art Duty is fictional (sort of) and familiar (completely) because of Prillaman's delicate control over the piece and the tiny scraps of information we can wring from this tight script rife with dry humor. Here we're given scenes, tidbits, thoughts, and moments to consider. No answers (the security isn't here to give answers, after all) but I don't think you'd want them. Real art is for art's sake, real art owes you nothing. Real art exists and this is a play that truly just exists in the most brilliant of ways.