Clown HANNA plays with existential troubles. Her stories - wordless, but full of gibberish - are tragi-comic parables of a hopelessly brave woman and her comic struggles with life: disheveled and furious, nasty and crazy, touching and poetic. In each show, she creates an absurd universe, a kind of a Donna Quixote fighting windmills. She always fails – but in a brilliant way.
One thing she knows for sure: she is not fat… the mirror is too narrow.
The press calls her a “comic phenomena”. “She not only believes in her own catastrophic fantasies, she loves them” - The Philadelphia Inquirer