Wolves

The space and its volume is now scratched and cut through with choreography of dance and a multitude of texts.

The text - oh! The text
Simple in grammar, complex in form.
Truths and richness shining through.
Profundity and superficiality intertwined.

“And when I am beside you, singing you silent stories.
My moustache will become wet with dew,
My heart will become less lonely
And your hair will grow long enough
for a weaver to make from it a cord
And, along with the joker, we will find someway within this present moment”

As always there is a rich combination of objects, costume, text and of course, dancing; all improvised and directed by Julyen Hamilton.