I do not imagine a theater, because I live theater, breathe it in and out; I dream it. But, if I had to imagine a theater, then I'd like to imagine that the languages that have been forgotten, which are still spoken in many parts of the world, would be part of this new playwriting.
A theatre foyer. Night. It is empty. The doors are locked. But if there were a woman there...
It should be noted that the history of populism in the Americas is deeply entwined with the history of the balcony.
Couchscore works with and through distance to make a choreography possible even when the performers – and the audience – are not in the same physical place.
And if there were no greater limit than the imagination, I'd like to believe that art in this territory ... in some sense mobilized the thousands of citizens who took to the streets after the 2019 October uprising.
If Chile were a theatre, I would fight for it to be a theatre made with open windows, with the TV on, with the antennae up. With the noise of the street entering its creation, its projection, but always in silence once the show had begun.
The play begins / The play does not begin.
Who goes with Caesar? A Drama in One Act SETTING The hold. A thick and layered darkness. A heavy odor […]
Our theatre languages – not one, but many – will reflect the myriad visual, physical, social, musical and storytelling lives of our place and time, in the local vernaculars.