true stories of discarded and derelict new york queers kaleidoscoping in 1991 — pulsing and protean and tender and seething — an artifact, a time capsule: a jolt of lived history in the room with us — the uncanny plague of homodoxy that’s creeping in — performed by the company
In Visitors, a “dreamer” in gray pajamas, fragmented into a dozen doppelgängers, stumbles through surreal tableaus — infinity mirrors and doorways drawn in light, a mambo and a mosh pit — until he finally confronts an elusive “ghost.”
true stories of discarded and derelict new york queers kaleidoscoping in 1991 — pulsing and protean and tender and seething — an artifact, a time capsule: a jolt of lived history in the room with us — the uncanny plague of homodoxy that’s creeping in — performed by the company
In Visitors, a “dreamer” in gray pajamas, fragmented into a dozen doppelgängers, stumbles through surreal tableaus — infinity mirrors and doorways drawn in light, a mambo and a mosh pit — until he finally confronts an elusive “ghost.”