The World Getting Smaller
The ideas become architecture. If I were to do a design, it would look like this:
Archives
Couchscore : Gloss
when I close my eyes, this apartment is a faded light when I close my eyes, we begin to doubt
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!”
[UNTITLED] Water, Perspex, Soil, etc.
Can you see it? A huge expanse of water, crystal clear, a cliché. Dotted with little floating heads.
Nearly Finished : Gloss
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.
This is Me : Gloss
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.
A Bad Spell
You’re on a long slow road in the Karoo. It’s hot and dry and all of your previous girlfriends are hitchhiking out of Cradock.