Harvest Of Woman

A performance of clay, memory, and myth

Harvest of Woman is a physical reckoning, a ritual, and an invitation to witness the endurance, sacrifice, and transformation at the heart of women’s lives.

The performance builds a sensory world where clay, light, and sound seem to breathe around the body—an atmosphere that feels near and weighty. It unfolds like a half-remembered fable, guided by archetypes that feel both ancient and modern, yet remain unnamed.

Audiences are drawn into a space that is both familiar and strange, where movement becomes a tool for storytelling, echoing myths we can’t quite place but somehow recognize.

45-minute run without intermission

Traeger warning: smoke, extended moments of darkness, use of bullwhip.

As part of Harvest of Woman, an immersive performance built around ritual, endurance, and emotional inheritance, Renée’s clay installation acts as a tactile threshold—inviting audiences to cross from an external world into something internal, instinctual, and raw. The clay remembers what the body cannot say. It cracks. It softens. It holds. And it waits to be touched.

“Immersive and enigmatic… thrilling and terrifying… a rare opportunity to glimpse a work still alive in its making.” - Krista Garver, BroadwayWorld

“Raw and intimate… part ritual, part reckoning… an early glimpse into a world still unfolding — bold in its questions, and unafraid to linger in the unknown.”

- Krista Garver, BroadwayWorld

“Immersive and dark, yet extremely generous with the warmth of creation and intention, this interdisciplinary work (in its formative stage) delves deeply into the embodiment of a woman’s walk in the world. You’ll walk away astounded by Olga’s craft and the delivery of what you’ve just witnessed.”

- Nicole Lane, former Artistic Director, Fertile Ground Festival

Location: CoHo Theater (Portland)

*As a part of the CoHo residency showcase

Dates and Times:

July 4th @ 7.30 pm

July 5th @ 7.30 pm

July 6th @ 2 pm

Upcoming Performances:

Tickets

Maid

She is the one… who kept the house alive with invisible hands, and who finally lets it fall.
Fish Woman

She is the one… who swims through silence, gasping on dry land.
Blind

She is the one… who sitting with the fear of what may never arrive.
Potter

She is the one… who shapes grief and memory into clay, molding what words cannot hold.
Maid

She is the one… Beneath her silence, a storm has been waiting to strike.
Fish Woman

She is the one… who swims through forgotten dreams, carrying the weight of drowned voices.
Blind

She is the one… who waits in the silence, carving space for hope.
Mother

She is the one… who builds a life from scraps of hope, whispering to what is not yet born.
Maid

She is the one… who obeys with a whip tucked beneath her skirt.
Potter

She is the one… who move in silence, building fragile vessels for everything we are afraid to carry.
Blind

She is the one… who listens to what others won’t see.
Mother

She is the one… who peels, feeds, and vanishes.