Creators Katie-Rose Spence and Hannah Pascoe have devised a wordless show about human connection, using memes and YouTube clips, pictures of Jeff Goldblum, cardboard cut-outs, and most importantly, their own elastic bodies to tell their quirky little narrative. Clare Parker reviews.
Like Bowden's previous creations, 'Wilting in Reverse' throbs with lonely-hearted dream textures, aches over love and loss, and is obsessed with the silly yet sublime fragility of the earth and its silly yet sublime inhabitants. Kate Prendergast reviews.
The boys were nubile and sensual, and even I felt conflicted as the 4 Adonis’ savaged the raffle winner with a lap dance (and more). In the words of poetess Nicky M, "it got hotter than a Middle Eastern climate".
The fact that this exhibition strategically begun in January and continues through to February - thus including Australia (Massacre) Day - insinuates the need for some soul-searching. Our murky cultural heritage speaks volumes about national pride.
It runs on a roundabout argument/counter-argument counterpoint, but it’s missing interlocking sections, call-backs, dramatic peaks. What should be a series of poignant sketches sometimes feels like a string of comments on a Guardian article. Zoe Kilbourn reviews.
Under the fig tree shade of the PICA Bar courtyard, Pelican talks with alt-cabaret artist (“not what your mum thinks of cabaret”), single-slinger, long time...
From the suspenseful and sultry aerial performer Yammel Rodriguez, who smokes a cigar in stockings and heels while flipping and seductively sliding down the aerial silk, to the upbeat and vivacious cabaret star Miss Frisky singing ABBA in an outrageously glittery gown, each act was somehow embellished in a quirky and daring way.
WIth a very generous open mike, anyone annoying, amazing, boring, or bad can get up and read original, or unoriginal, material. All the while a braying crowd - hungry and screaming - jeer and toss rotten fruit at the worst performers, saving roses for the best.
