25 stories by "Audrey Moyce"
Leopard slugs, and CAKE as a whole, provides a reminder to all of us that the romance-as-happy-ending thing is an odd societal compulsion, perhaps even an obsolete one
Watching the three Players go through an elaborate and very tightly regulated game for citizenship to "The Promised Land," the dot game would have been more than enough to create a natural t…
A composite of quite ordinary gestures that combine to make something novel, much in the way the entire play uses old poses in service of a show much more than an aesthetic or expressionisti…
I will not say "I've grown up" since then, because truly I see this acceptance of paid monotony as a bit of my idealism seeping out. A necessary bloodletting, at long last, giving up my muli…
When it comes to representation, the question of whose vantage point is accepted as the default. Whose story reads as universal?
I've found it terrifying at times, and surprised about how different it has felt for me. But it's brought a deeper sort of pleasure, not least of which is that I am so proud of what we're do…
I like to provoke an internal movement in the audience, something where their inner life or fantasy is activated.
Though their insular world went weird, and quickly, I was there, because they were there. Davis and Markey have the attunement to one another that only comes from a sustained exposure to the…
When I hear that two pieces have been “smashed together,” I make certain assumptions. If I read “conceived by” or “created by the ensemble,” I expect a pi…
Suggestions of timeless spaces, Miss-Julie-ish rage, and as I knew from the program, taking up issues of sexual violence.
"Nothing happening," I wrote in a heavy slant down the page, "but I can't look away."
Wilson says to the container, "Well fuck you," then to us, "Get ready to run if this explodes, I guess."
It's difficult to write about the show you love.
Audrey Moyce responds to TOYS: A DARK FAIRY TALE at 59E59.
You could call it an exploration of the butterfly effect on a schizophrenic scale.
The bits of conversation that don't quite work suggest a weirder reality lying under the normalcy we see, a reality which seems to bubble more and more to the surface as the day wears on.
A Blood Orange traffics in confusion, doubles, echoes and muffled voices.
Assaulted by sound. A noisescape that experientially presented embodied anxiety. Mic stand dialogue, alienating and surprisingly all the more evocative for it. Shit hanging from the ceiling.…
"Nostalgia" is appealing because its outlines are blurry, soft, malleable; it is easy to romanticize the past because you can pick and choose the parts of them you want to recall.
"What are we even trying to save!?"
We have long had a fascination with what our culture's celebrities do behind closed doors. What nicknames do they use? What junk food do they like? Yeah but how do they talk to each other, r…
this world doesn't make sense. therefore, making art that tries to make perfect sense doesn't make any sense.
There are few things more likely to turn me off to a realist play than fake food and drink. Piehole's Ski End, presented at the New Ohio Theatre through May 19, is hardly in proximity to kit…
Me feeling uncertain that things can ever just be themselves. Aren't our thoughts always intruding? Don't we always "all feel like our own life is the center of the universe," (as one of the…
I. The Urge To Participate I don't often sit in the front row. Not because I'm afraid to (I actually quite like it), but because it's such a deliberate choice, and I want to reserve it for s…
