Someone has to take out the garbage
The performance takes place on a simple cabaret stage. The performer is wearing a pregnant belly made out of […]
The performance takes place on a simple cabaret stage. The performer is wearing a pregnant belly made out of […]
What if we define values, principles, and methodologies, resisting the pressure to define outcomes? What if we focus on what drives us and on how we want to live and work together, but leave the imagination open to the concrete shapes our collaboration can take?
The theatre that must exist is ugly and unsatisfying, much of the time. It is defined by failed efforts and a bizarre-bordering-on-pathological determination to return to the scene of the crime (in this scenario, artists are the criminals; art is the bullet; guess who the victims are?).
The sun filters through and different hues dance on the table top and blind my eyes. I’m busy but I’ve stopped, and I run my finger softly over it. Its surface, as smooth as a mirror, seems to form a meniscus around my fingers and just for a moment I’m not sure where it begins and I end.
A theatre foyer. Night. It is empty. The doors are locked. But if there were a woman there...
"In Teheran I can drive until the foot of the mountain
Welcome to my gloss.
this is a list of edits from previous shows in their absence other things were possible some of them hurt
Today, we're going on an adventure. We'll explore foreign countries, sail across rough waters, meet a few interesting characters, and, perhaps, experience the fullness of life.