During Mouse, Daniel Kitson's latest one-man show, don't get me wrong, his attire was perfectly serviceable. He looked comfortable. He's just so uncomfortable.
I like Daniel Kitson. I want him to be happy.
If this Mouse show were a painting, I'd say it would be this painting by Paul Klee:
I'm imagining Paul Klee had just broken out a fresh canvas and dabbed some red on his brush, maybe to mix it on his palette, but no. There came a gigantic red drip, right in the middle of the composition.
Klee steps back from his easel and stares and stares and stares. Against impossible odds, he makes a painting that looks like it was supposed to have a giant red hypnotic dot in the middle of it.
And so I imagine Kitson with this mouse thread of a story. He's a little spectrum-y so he's stuck with it. And then he manages to fabricate this whole show on top of a weird-ass mouse chassis.
I loved it.
Here's the other post I wrote about a Kitson show: here