Void Dramaturgy
The stage is set, but the actors repose somewhere between existence and shadow. Their dialogues, implicated but never uttered, wander in recesses only dreams dare to fill. In the ungraspable spaces of staged absence, truths untruth become manifesto — silent proclamations etched against veils of uninterrupted flow.
“Seize the day?” Or perhaps just the moment in which everything dissolves.”
Imagine the interplay of energies, of will and unwilled will-be-ness. Silhouettes cast by invisible light, they converse in a language of countless breaths, pauses, unending loops coiling into infinity. We witness this, not as observers, but as echoes reverberating across depths untouched by conscious streams, collective sighs of restless enthusiasms.
From the void, stories seep through the cracks of silence. Unscripted, they linger, please — a madness among the quiet, an articulation of nothings made profoundly tangible. Phantoms of luminescence, they implicate but refuse to direct, each leaving wispy trails of ponderous precedence, worlds within layers unseen ready to unfold.