This play is a reflection on the (im)possibility of accepting diversity and the other. The fragmented body of the neoplasm—the fruit of unstable conditions—overcomes barriers, loves and denies itself and others, wanders around, forgetting its profession. It frequently and with pleasure divides, goes through dangerous palpation, questions the possibility of contact with the experience of the other. Poorly brought up but very successful, it invites us to a trans-species transition.
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Artist Statement
This scale model of my childhood home represents my old self and old habits. For 31 years, I had been twice the size of an average person. From birth (12 lbs, 4 oz) to adulthood (250-275 lbs), I had resigned to the fact I would always be the size of two people. Last July, a medical mystery was solved. With the help of a bicycle and medicine, I lost 100 pounds during the past year.
When
2009
Lindsay O’Leary lives, works, and plays in the Mexican War Streets. She has become one of those Pittsburghers who she swore she wouldn’t become by never crossing a river and is, mostly, at peace with this fact. Lindsay moved to Pittsburgh in 2002 to blow glass at the Pittsburgh Glass Center. She’ll still cross the Allegheny River once in a while to get to the glass studio.
