The World Getting Smaller : Gloss
KRISTINE: I’m pasting. I’m pasting.
KRISTINE: I’m pasting. I’m pasting.
These sketches play a very serious game, putting themselves in harm’s way: with the specific practice of drawing, it is possible not only to transpose an emotion and its feeling, but also to broaden the logical possibilities of thought and of the hand that carries it.
It is the fantasy of a body discovering new relationships with itself. Silvia wants to be where there are no dimensions, neither internal nor external.
The play begins / The play does not begin.
Actors do their best to blend in to the faceless glass city. They get desk jobs, they settle down, they raise families. None of it is real.
The curtain opens on the cold, wintry Atlantic Ocean.
This landscape offers things up to you – and your body takes its place among them. Rest for a moment. You do not need to make anything appear; so much is already here, and you are not even close to being in control.
Who is that woman in the first paragraph, so jaded and bored? Even when I have seen a show, I have not really seen it. And there is always more to see. I start reading.
They gasp, grasping for air. Resisting arrest. They collapse.
The primary aim of this theatre is to allow audiences to confront, engage with, and overcome their ignorance and fears about “others.”