Skirting the existential for the self-referential, "The Title is a Drawing" is a series of peripheral conversations between two dust clods. Like a stranger tripping on cracks in the sidewalk, the ad-hoc immediacy of this micro-performance stumbles and stutters towards near face plants. In a way, it feels as if one is witnessing a joke narrating its own ill-formed mitosis - the act of creation decidedly present as these characters weave speckled threads of dialogue along pubic hair suspension lines. À la Beavis and Butthead, the intended audience seems to only ever consist of 2; the rest of us just get to watch.
