THEATERTHEATER isn’t theater about theater in that masturbatory, look how clever we are way. It could be, and comes very close to that line. But it’s messier than that, more honest, more necessary. When it’s working it’s the raw nerve of creation itself laid bare.
This group’ mapping the territory between dance and theater like people exploring the gaps in what we think we know about making art. Not fusion, that’s too clean, too predetermined. This is collision and conversation, bodies thinking through problems that language keeps fumbling. The performers aren’t just executing choreography; they’re excavating something, turning over the soil of performance making itself to see what lives underneath.
What makes this work interesting, and I mean that as a compliment, is the groups refusal to settle. THEATERTHEATER keeps mutating, keeps asking, keeps doubting itself even in public presentations. A couple of different iterations documented here, each one a different kind of question mark. That’s not uncertainty; that’s artistic integrity, the kind of rigor that demands you keep digging even when you’ve already struck something valuable.
The audacity here is existential. The groups’ looking at the void where meaning gets made and refusing to look away. They’re treating performance as philosophy in motion, a way of thinking that only bodies can do. And they are doing it together as collaborators, understanding that the search is the substance, that process isn’t preparation for some finished product, it is the product, raw and breathing and perpetually incomplete.
