Packed into the Warren’s smallest studio are signs of organic life. A tree’s branches reach up toward the rig and from the floor wild grasses are sprouting. It’s a relief to enter this world as we pile in from the busy playground of the Warren’s ambitious, astroturfed Edinburgh-style courtyard. The carefully crafted set whose materials […]

It begins with a death. The small, fragile-looking, pale figure is working underground, in a tunnel supported by wonky struts and lit by tiny lamps. He hammers, he shovels. There are drips and echoes, sounds of other work going on unseen around him, and then there is a louder sound. He is alarmed. One of […]

Four women want to reach the sublime and they’ll try anything to get there: happy-clappy songs, fractured didactic arguments, and chair balancing. Theirs is both a philosophical journey, taking in Burke and Nietzsche, and a theatrical one, involving every possible performance style and form in its exhaustive quest for the mountain top. They puncture the […]

A bourgeois rollercoaster of classical criticism, existentialist musing, and liberal destruction of the past, speckled with interjections of the true life of acting, money, and debt – what good is a Chekhov play nowadays? In Ireland, to be more specific? Who are these nobodies moaning about their mansions? Chekhov was a key exponent of naturalist […]

The room is a small cinema. It has rows of light blue chairs. The rows are long and the fabric is velvety. On the chairs are black blindfolds. Behind the chairs are long black tubes with black cones sticking out of either side. The adults sit on the rows leaving one empty row behind them. […]