If there’s not dancing at the revolution, I’m not coming is a rich contemporary performance collage of film scripts, pop songs, advertisements, elaborate costumes and dance—all stretched, teased, shattered and reassembled to challenge the treatment of women’s bodies as spectacle in popular culture.
It uncovers the collective fantasies underneath these bodies, unapologetically intervenes, and explodes them into feminist confetti.
This is a party.
This is a poem.
This is a tiny call to arms.