Choice & Consequence : Gloss
Welcome to my gloss.
Welcome to my gloss.
If I won’t say it, at least I wear the marks of what I won’t reveal.
How might a theatre piece take advantage of four different languages conceived as musical instruments, each one with its own unique potential?
I would like the house to be un-crumbled, to undo the damage done by an earthquake, time, distance and neglect, and to place the performance and the audience in that house.
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.
How can we embody the possibilities/impossibilities of decolonisation through dance?
The mics across his body amplify every breath, rustle, or shift in position. The audience can barely see him, but his body extends to their ears. It's intensely intimate with no space between us – just a shared sound-filled presence.
I imagine theatre as the knife.
Open up. Let go of professional, strategic ideas of right and wrong, beauty and fear. Listen with an ear attuned to what is speaking. Listen as though the world is listening.