This show consisted of large sculptures all made using the same template, then dyed different colours and dried into altered shapes.

Smaller worm-like forms rose from the ground, seeming to face and reflect the observer. Actors moved through the space, seeming to try naming or remembering what and where they are. Describing a place…but what place? Disjunctions between what is said and what is seen.

 

This was the first of two productions using Sam Irving’s poem ‘Potential Wasteland.’  Potential, the potential to become….but going no further. Objects, lives that could become something meaningful; but striving to become is also to miss that you already are; we have all seen the future.

© 2019 Harriet Aston