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A dark liquid flows through Arthur Pita’s telling of Kafka’s The Metamorphosis. Gregor Samsa, once transformed into a cockroach, opens his mouth in a silent scream, and the filmy substance pours from his mouth, grazing his shoulder before trickling down his chest.

So This Dance Walks Into a Museum...

You roam through a museum differently at night; it becomes a playground of sorts. And when there are performances popping up in hidden corners, it does feel like art has come to life.

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The Brooklyn Rail

OCT 2013

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