Award winning playwright Adam J. A. Cass (I Love You, Bro) brings you many deaths: glorious, ignominious, sudden, tragic, stupid, accidental, brutal, etcetera… Bittersweet and charcoal black, Death, Art ‘n Death explores the ridiculous decision to make a life as an artist. In asking what ‘human’ means, is, are we opening ourselves up to fragility, dysfunction, to false dreams of ‘normal’?
Over there a dictator is putting a gun to the back of the head of the woman who had the audacity to ask, ‘why?’ Over here I can’t face the day, I just can’t face it. Back then some guy got strung up for crying out to the world, ‘This is how it all works!’ Today I was two hundred bucks short on rent. I got told I should have a house, some kids, lots of money, a good job, but I look down and there are big holes in my shoes. I’m getting old and I haven’t done it yet. That playwright, that poet, that painter, that other one who never got to be old, they faded away, drank themselves to death, fell over the edge. At least it was a laugh. At least it was beautiful.
Warning: Contains coarse language, adult themes, themes of suicide and death
"Some people can choose the right words, then put them in an order that makes your insides stir. Adam Cass writes beautifully. And he understands how to use beautifully arranged words to create engaging and moving theatre."
- Anne-Marie Peard, for Cass’ play ‘Oasis, Oasis.’