My first impression of Good Grief was a clown swaddled in a sheet in the throes of birth pangs. The "baby" and doctors appeared, reappeared and flailed about through a tear in flesh coloured fabric. It was the most traumatic depiction of birth I could imagine.
Although I wouldn't recommend these particular clowns for a kid's birthday party, there were so many genuinely funny and touching moments throughout this bizarre masterpiece that really caught me off guard.
Good Grief is a show that ultimately defies that lazy black and white definition of good or bad. It is a show that made me think and feel. I found myself thinking about it off and on over the next few days, and I think that's what good art is all about.
