The Place, London From deliriously odd moments of fantasy to monstrous games with poo, the children in this dance diary drag their mother from ecstasy to exhaustion"I am the mother," roars Frauke Requardt " staring down at the two men who are crouched at her feet, wailing like toddlers. But if Requardt opens her new work as a towering embodiment of maternal authority, only seconds pass before all that power leaks awa…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 12:12PM on June 4, 2017