When Salvador Dali met Sigmund Freud.
Maybe I'm just a sucker for absurdist advertising, but if the poster for your show is a drawing of a guy with a lobster on his head, I'm coming to your show. If the poster for your show is a drawing of a lobster balanced precariously on a telephone which is somehow part of a guy's head, I stop asking questions altogether.
Hysteria places a speculative microphone in a meeting between surrealist painter Salvador Dali — of melting clocks acclaim — and Sigmund Freud, who introduced us to a little something called the Oedipus Complex. It's 1938 — Freud has just given the Nazis the slip and taken refuge in London. But as well as contending with the madly moustachioed Dali, Freud receives another guest. One intent on making him realise the cost of his choices and the toll of his research. With the walls rapidly turning into penguins, Freud's choices are limited.
Your queries are no good here — these people don't play by your rules. Just remember: sometimes a cigar is just a cigar. Especially if it's mustard.
Published on April 03, 2017 by Matt Abotomey