„No man is an island, entire of itself, every man is a piece of the continent“ – this quote, noted on the flyleaf of my school notebook, served as a dam against floods of loneliness for a long time. Now the image has resurfaced in the contemplation of theatrical landscapes.
Spotlights draw islands onto the boards that represent the world; illuminated bodies flood spectators sitting in the dark with their words. Are they stranded, have they found footing on these islands and do they tell of their attempts at rescue, flailing their arms and throwing message-filled bottles into space? Is the whole theatre an intoxicated ship, searching for land, while outside dark estimates are raging? (more…)
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