Time lost along the way: Gone or Lost?
Let’s imagine a duration without regular pattern. Nothing in it is recognizable, nothing ever recurs. It is just a duration […]
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The Age of Duse
Duse’s superpower: her capacity to disappear, leaving only her plaster hands as evidence that she was a material presence in the world. Disappearance. Reproduction. She knew the theatrical drill.
Un teatro presente para Chile / A Chilean theatre for now
If Chile were a theatre, I would fight for it to be a theatre made with open windows, with the TV on, with the antennae up. With the noise of the street entering its creation, its projection, but always in silence once the show had begun.
A Plastic Theatre
In the end there is not nothing. In the end there is endless everything.
The Sacred Something
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.
Vanya in Krivina : Gloss
This was a long way from the contained theatre of a Chekhov play presented over a couple of hours and yet it was the same play. Instead, the audience was living with the characters in that house.