“Since 1760, they’ve operated in secret, preparing the way. Once considered legend, they’ve been steadily growing in number and influence. Their existence, in direct response to a pressing need expressed by the natural world, is one of the most significant and far-reaching stories in America: a story of un-natural selection. A story of extinction. The actions of humanity have set into motion events that will outlive our species. It must now be determined what will endure. Do you know how you got here? Do you know where you’re going? Our past is a memory, our future is certain. DODO: the time has come.”
See What Everyone Else Is Saying
At some point in “DODO,” I felt like I was floating. Or was it a waking dream?
In a journey encompassing pre-history and organisms large and small, light and art, sound and fury, Dodo asks existentialist questions and leaves play-goers to seek answers. And it’s fun, on the good side of weird.
“ It’s like opening the closet door to Narnia. We’re opening doors to places you don’t know are here. It’s symbolic of what museums can be.”
Indiana Jones meets Kennywood
For the unprecedently ambitious DODO, Bricolage takes over the Carnegie Museums of art and natural history, including not only familiar gallery spaces but also hidden chambers seldom if ever accessible to the public.
Gentle yet thrilling, troubling and wondrous, DODO in execution builds on what its nationally renowned team learned from their oft-extolled prior experiences Strata and OjO, while claiming a message of “self preservation” all its own. [Full review contains spoilers.]