Both existential and physical healing could be had from the study of sloths.
Dunedin Fringe Festival
Transformation and change - and some outlandish imagery - lit up Dunedin's Athenaeum Underground last night, as a multi-disciplinary fire theatre event told tales from Metamorphosis.
The Meridian mall was touched by the exotic and the slothful yesterday, as Fringe Festival acts brought the stage to the house of commerce.
The Dunedin Fringe Festival's Black Box has seen its share of odd activities, but the shop window performance space in George St is also something of an unusual stage for performers.
Joanna Lahoe takes his make-up to the stage yesterday in the Black Box, the Fringe Festival's window performance space in George St.
Ten days into the frenetic pace of the Dunedin's Fringe Festival, Josh Thomas is struggling with the 10th day without his beloved dog Rupert.
It was a most tasteful display.
A Guinness world record for the weirdest foreskin, ropeheads who strangely know each other, and the difficulty of dropping your laser in deep space were subjects that invaded the minds of the audience for Aik 'n' Sides last night.
Six sold-out shows already, and good crowds generally have cheered Fringe Festival organisers as the festival approaches the half-way mark.
Pecha Kucha stands uncomfortably on the edge of a precipice.
Tell us your life story in 25 words.
A personal tribute to New Zealand theatre identity Warwick Broadhead saw Dunedin's Octagon strewn with broken pottery last night after a mass smashing of cups.
The Downton Abbey-style family that sprouted from Richard Huber's mind has some surprisingly articulate servants.
A collaboration between artists in the mental health community and the Dunedin Fringe Festival has provided the latest fashion item in the city's art world.
New Zealand theatre personality Warwick Broadhead, brought to life in film-maker Florian Habicht's Rubbings From a Live Man, was a ''leader of his own cottage industry of expression'', Dudley Benson tells Shane Gilchrist.
Explorations of nostalgia, memory and the stuff of childhood - with a Japanese flavour - are behind a Dunedin Fringe Festival art exhibition that opened yesterday.
You know you are in a fully fledged City of Literature when poetry can pack a venue over two nights, leaving disappointed punters without a ticket turned away from the door.
You could see it reflected in the eyes of the bemused and slightly alarmed cruise ship passengers taking in the sights on George St.
They had to compete with rap music coming from a nearby bar, and an audience of just two people, but a group of poets bravely took their art to the Octagon last night.
Nicole Wilkie leapt, spun, flicked her hair in the direction of the Robbie Burns statue, then crawled dramatically across the vertical wall underneath the stony-faced Scottish poet.