I’m Gonna Need Another One

„A series of gently sculptural poses, corresponding to whispered letters of the alphabet, unfurls with the same attention and care.“ — Siobhan Burke, The New York Times

„Disarming, unpredictable and potent.“ — Cindy Sibilsky, broadwayworld.com

Parts of things are in the painful process of becoming whole things themselves. I’m Gonna Need Another One troubles the authentic and singular self by elevating the inevitability of things falling apart. Situated within the proximity of twelve green foam blocks which leave dusty traces, crumble and disappear in form, Rosenblit stands in as multiple figures who speak to the problems of organizing how we come to know where and who we are. Inside a monologue which profiles a sous-chef, Chiron: the Greek God of pain known for the acknowledgment of the wound on his animal leg, a wheat farmer, a soldier, Dorothy from The Wizard of Oz, and a compulsive re-arranger of furniture, the figures orient and reorient the work. A picnic occurs, a small wheat field gets cultivated and we conclude with a short pause to speak about things that we like. We are left amidst an illegible city plan, where being lost is a valid location.