Did you ever want to disappear? To escape the buzzing static of our technology-driven life and find sanctuary somewhere safe … like, say, a commune of honey-drinking dropouts living in hexagonal huts who are led by a geriatric gym teacher? If that sounds like a sound plan to you, “Village Ax” should be your perfect piece of avant-garde insanity.
The show starts with solo performer Sydney Hayduck (she wrote the script with Elsa Reesor-Taylor) waking up to a wild techno dance number, and things just get weirder from there. Hayduck alternately inhabits Charlie, a self-destructive social media minion who vanishes into a utopian village; Coach Ax, the gravel-voiced Village elder; and Annie, Ax’s 8-year-old granddaughter who hides a honeycombed universe inside her bedroom wall. As the metaphysical nature of Charlie’s situation comes into focus, so does the shape of time itself: not a line or a circle, but a hexagon through which light endlessly refracts upon itself.