A world within a suitcase – tall town houses, a tram, and little paper-cut people happily going about their business. A mother and daughter holding hands. A group of adults waiting at a stop. Children sitting on the pavement. A man taking a stroll. Everyday life. The female performer manipulating the little people provides an […]

Marée basse – low tide. Downtime. The waiting time. On stage, there’s a house, or at least, a kind of shack. Inside its wooden boundaries, a kitchen table, a couple of chairs, a small enamel cooker, tin pots and pans, a TV.  As we enter the auditorium, a nasty waspish synth line repeats and repeats […]

Whispers is one of those Mime Festival shows that doesn’t quite fit into any category, at once both dance and object animation, it is also neither of these. And, although there is only one performer visible on stage throughout (Nicole Mossoux) she almost certainly isn’t alone. Moreover, though the work originated out of an interest […]

An elaborate construction of scaffolding and timber, an open-fronted house, sits on a high stage in the centre of the performance space. Lights dim, other low-lights glow. The house seems to have a life of its own, flickering and humming. A man – dark tousled hair, black jacket, white shirt – comes in, makes himself […]

What’s the time, Mr Wolf? Oh – it’s that time. Time of the month. Lady time. Time for your little monthly visitor. Dr Carnesky eschews these euphemisms, preferring to explore the metaphor of the snake shedding its skin, to emerge renewed. The mythology of menstruation is her subject, and we are treated to a potted […]