Crankie
The audience waits in dim light. They hear the sound of paper fluttering, sliding, and crinkling, before they see […]
The audience waits in dim light. They hear the sound of paper fluttering, sliding, and crinkling, before they see […]
There is a garden in front of house. Is there a garden in front of house? Yes, there is. […]
The idea is to destroy Chile. Countries don’t have to last forever. Sometimes they commit irreparable crimes. For example. A court.
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.
THE TROUBADOUR THE VIRGIN THE STALKER THE DRUNK THE VIOLIN MAKER
It’s an experiment in placing the private in public, says the director—a device HE will learn to use well in the many years to come.
Signs of violence are everywhere. Personal belongings, clothing, shoes, boxes, handbags, papers are scattered everywhere.
The curtain opens on the cold, wintry Atlantic Ocean.
In the end there is not nothing. In the end there is endless everything.
Welcome to my gloss.