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 theatre that must exist is ugly and unsatisfying, much of the time. It is defined by failed efforts and a bizarre-bordering-on-pathological determination to return to the scene of the crime (in this scenario, artists are the criminals; art is the bullet; guess who the victims are?).
Cycling through the city, I sketch out our theatre. I imagine the possibilities of claiming these spaces for performance instead. A multitude of contexts, rooms and stages for artists to create the tiny and intimate, the bold and epic.
How can we embody the possibilities/impossibilities of decolonisation through dance?