God is a snot

Kim is not sure anymore. Not what to believe. Not who. Not in what. Not even if she is wearing her shoes. And if not: whether that immediately means she doesn't have her life in order. God is een snotje becomes an explosive mix of cabaret, performance, and physical outbursts. Full of shameless jokes, characters that cannot be tamed, clownish chaos, talking body parts, failed illusions, and tricks where you wonder: did this go wrong or is this brilliant? Kim plays a dangerous game with reality. What is real? What is fake? Should we intervene? Or can we just laugh? Together with the audience, she searches for a foothold. Or at least for a fun evening. She really hopes for that, actually. That it will be cozy. That we stumble together and get back up. That we might be allowed to admit for a moment that we don't know exactly either. For all art lovers, art haters, and everyone in between. For doubters, thinkers, and people who accidentally stepped on the banana peel of history. Come laugh. Come stumble. Come look inside Kim's head. It's busy there, but you are very welcome. And who knows, maybe you will believe in something again afterwards. Or not. That's fine too.