Dear Joan
A theatre foyer. Night. It is empty. The doors are locked. But if there were a woman there...
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The Other Balcony per Genet
(a scene without distance)
We Balconies will continue to sing our endless songs, our revolutionary shouts and pings: “Other worlds are possible even in impossible times!”
It would be about them
It must be with the sound of bells, bells that play longer than usual, which we perceive more clearly because […]
A Moby Dick Search and Rescue: The Whale
Hi Hey hi Hey hey hi
A Plastic Theatre
In the end there is not nothing. In the end there is endless everything.
Tides of the Wolf
Audience members whisper into a magic lantern their favorite and most accursed first experiences of love.
The Sacred Something
This landscape offers things up to you – and your body takes its place among them. Rest for a moment. You do not need to make anything appear; so much is already here, and you are not even close to being in control.
Ocean Oration
Letters from the ocean, messages without bottles, directed to you.