“Jack Smith, he is the hidden source of practically everything that’s of any interest in the so-called experimental American theatre today.” — Richard Forman.

Smith’s performances hinge on uncanny coincidences of real and constructed accidents, the piece collapsing in on itself in a poignant frustrated decay, resurrecting in unexpected revelation. He works with apparent chaos and a disorientation that is purposefully uncoiled. Often centering on the figure of Yolanda La Penguina, Smith unveils a rite that suggests an expansion on the funeral of Gloria Swanson’s monkey in Sunset Boulevard.