A daydream by a night owl.
The body as social sculpture.
The performers consider memory, autobiography, and stand-up in Truscott’s groundbreaking comedy about rape, Asking for It, showing this November at NYU’s Skirball Center.
By casting actors to perform as herself, Bocanegra considers “the nature of presentation itself.” Lili Taylor stars in her Farmhouse/Whorehouse at BAM’s Next Wave Festival this December.
Uncovering the artist’s innovations and legacies.
Future St. is set in an America in which homosexuality has triumphed over heterosexuality, cloning has replaced sexual reproduction, and California has seceded from the mainland United States to form the gay male state of “Clonifornia.”
Tracing the lineage of feminism and social justice in postmodern dance.
A new look at the actions, drawings, and sculpture of the late Japanese artist.
“It’s about creating the conditions for a moment.”
Radical feminist films from the legendary choreographer, artist, and dancer
Two improvisers and composers discuss their involvement in New York’s experimental music scene.
A performance artist who grew up in the circus uses clowning, street dance, and butoh in playful and provocative combinations.
A pioneer of New York’s downtown scene in the ’60s and ’70s recalls how he found his vocation as a poet.
Incorporating poems by Maureen McLane, Dorothea von Moltke, Geoffrey Nutter, Rowan Ricardo Phillips, Sal Randolph, Mónica de la Torre, and Monica Youn
Early film, nineteenth-century science fiction, and experimental musical languages serve a young artist’s explorations of race and our political present.
From the Pentecostal churches of his youth to ’80s underground Goth punk and queer clubs to museums around the world, an iconic performance artist tells his story.
Body swapping, infinite loops, and ’70s conspiracy thrillers haunt the dynamic performances of a movie-loving artist and the actors he works with.
With charmingly deadpan humor, Aki Sasamoto’s performances and installations tease out just how small human existence is; despite our more evolved intellect, advanced motor skills, and ability to read and appreciate Proust, we’re all basically rats at heart, just with the added bonus of self-reflection and a love for rosé.