Getting excited for the opening this Friday!

From Newcity:

RECOMMENDED

Rebecca Kling’s solo performance employs storytelling, video and theatrical movement to relate her experiences as a transgender woman… Trans Form peels back the trans label and its mystique to probe the complications of human identity…. With good nature and gentle humor the five-minute monologue [about changing her name] not only riffs on the frustrations of living in a bureaucratic system, but also gives one pause to consider the blurred line between private life and public identity. It plays out like a Kafka short story that ends in triumph. (Sharon Hoyer)

From The Reader’s theatre blog:

A year ago, I wrote about transgender performance artist Rebecca Kling when she appeared in Charged Bodies, an evening of solo works at Links Hall. Kling presented an excerpt from Trans Form, then a work-in-progress. “I got involved with this project because I’d been looking for a way to access queer identity,” she said. “Transitioning [from male to female] is a very gradual process, [and] trying to process the gender transition through solo performance made a lot of sense to me.”

Kling will unveil the completed Trans Form December 11-13 at Links Hall. Meanwhile, she’s presenting a segment from the piece Saturday November 21, as part of Night of Fallen Stars—a program of music, dance, comedy, and poetry honoring Transgender Awareness Month.

From Think Pink Radio:

When Tim Miller’s Charged Bodies mentorship program at Links Hall fruited several powerful performances in 2008, I was once again enTHUSED about the work being created in Chicago. One of those mentees, Rebecca Kling, has expanded her 20 minute piece about her life as a trans woman into an hour-long theater event entitled Trans Form, December 11th-13th at Links Hall. A recipient of the Critical Fierceness Grant, I’m interested in what she’ll add to an already personal deep-share. The work in progress was filled with understandible anger – her descriptions of the invasive questions people try to pass as small talk were as telling as they were familiar. When strangers assume rights to your personal space and private life, it makes you wonder why our culture translates freedom of expression into an excuse for dehumanizing those who openly express themselves. The work in progress did contain a triumphant fierceness in its final moments, and I’m hoping this expanded version will rely less on the literal and play a little more with nuance.