A jester doesn’t need a stage, just a crowd. He digests the world and spits it back out (from one end or the other). This excrement is then presented to the audience as art. He thus (re)presents the unknowable, the uncontrollable, the abject.
He opens a space for listening to the gut, slipping on meaning, and laughing at the mess. Songs may surface, objects may ooze, and nothing is off-limits. The fool is loose.

At Blickle Raum, Alex Franz Zehetbauer begins the next phase of inquiry the role of the jester: an examination of the figure of archaic questioning and border- crossing, and a preview of his new solo piece bonappétitsixsixsix. The jester dances between hierarchical orders, playfully undermines the learned system and creates free spaces in narrow social corridors. Unadapted and with unexpected twists and turns, he eludes any logical algorithm.