Clowning

Tissues are scattered all over the black box theater floor. Upstage a white wire waste paper basket sits upside down and empty. On a huge pile of tissues lies a woman in black with yellow crocs, yellow sleeves sticking out of her coat, a yellow scarf and white and yellow pompom knit hat. She stares up at the ceiling. She has a pair of red crocs on her chest.
Photo: Maria Baranova
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It would seem we need each other

Emilee Lord

The GREEF of Christina Gelsone at Baryshnikov Arts Center

A mischievous joy permeates the image, as one performer with blunt black bangs seems to cheer with an open-mouthed grin, shoulders reaching up to her ears. To her left, another stands gazing at her, with a grin just as wide, but a tad more sinister, an open jazz hand covering her face. Behind the first is a taller person with a yellow bow, tucking something into the first performer’s black-and-white luxury jumpsuit.
Photo: Lance Reha
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From the Studio: “MAYDAY” with Grace Tong

ankita

“MAYDAY” resists assimilation through self-producing.

Photo: Ashley Berkman
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Testing stereotypes through physical comedy

Lu Donovan

Five clowns visit Miniball’s stage, concluding the festival with crude jokes and a disappointing lack of care.