We've had dancers with robots, fire juggling, and plugging pickles into light sockets. Miters' is one of a number of groups around Boston presenting this slippery art form that's almost impossible to pin down. Indeed it is. The first performance art piece I ever saw featured a man sputtering in an indecipherable melange of three languages, while waving a rubber chicken over his head. I didn't get it and wrote an outraged review of the performance.
Performance art exists along the edges of traditional forms of theater, music, and visual art.
It often must be approached with a willingness to suspend disbelief and step into a surreal world. It can be comic, disturbing, and outrageous. It doesn't always work, but when it does, you may see yourself and the world in a new way. Anyone can do it. Many of Boston's performance artists are in their 20s, graduates of local art and music schools.