Stages are everywhere. Here: two cobblestones from the pavement. The audience is huddled along the bushes.
All about the rhythm of our bodies, the tension in between, the suspension of all meaning, the hand in hand, the kisses, the sucking, the turning.
Ask how it works for you, the telling as such, the playing, what you might find, what you might lose by recognising yourself as the other.
If you want to go deeper into the making of, let's stick together: The work of art is your participation by hand, by movement, by thought.

Get me on stage

Tomaso Carnetto 11/23/24 Tomaso Carnetto 11/23/24

Agents of Anarchy

Three layers unfold, where agents weave,
In bodies of flesh, senses shift and blur.
The first: we are fluted, no longer distinct.

Stages are everywhere. Here: two cobblestones from the pavement. The audience is huddled along the bushes.