Delivered as an interactive art workshop, with a narrative line slowly emerging,
For a while I was genuinely tricked into believing this was not a play but the workshop it professed to be.
For a start, it is never clear what the connection is between the art concept and the sassy in-fighting among the artists. It is even less clear why this sassy in-fighting exists at all. Someone is in love with someone else. Someone else does not approve. This was the most I could gather. Then it ends. It is entirely uninvolving as a thwarted love story.
As an interactive art workshop, however, it’s pretty fun at times. The characters are well observed. The impeccably dressed performance artist, the get-up-and-go curator and the pompous art historian are all thought out with great care and attention. They ask dense questions like ‘What is art? How important is the process of artistic creation compared to the finished product? What constitutes meaning in art?’ Cue long rambling theoretical discussions that do not go anywhere but have a kind of swaggering pretentious charm.
Still, the actors are convincing and good improvisers. For a while I was genuinely tricked into believing this was not a play but the workshop it professed to be. And yet, as long as the show does not seem to know what it is, it simply falls by the wayside.
