Female Trouble Productions
14. jan, 2015
Jack Smith poured glitter into everything he made: pasty creatures, plastic fantasies and moldy monsters. He was a performance artist, filmmaker, playwright, photographer, socialist, aesthete, installation artist, scene-stealer, writer, interventionist. He built a theatre and movie-studio in his rickety loft out of street debris; an intricate and child-like universe, Cinemaroc, was equal parts Baroque and broke. For a contingency of art and theatre fags, Jack, as Charles Ludlam once eloquently put it, '' is the daddy of us all.''