TOULOUSE
It is the journey of a young heart that sketches a strange character amidst a stream of images. Open hands, thought, speech and the audience at close quarters. The two performers address us with tenderness and a sense of shared understanding. The images drift, clash, sing and take on a political edge. We are not meeting a mentor who opens the way to another realm. We have no meeting at all—no major figures or distinct roles; the thread unravels and unfolds. Together we are, and beyond merely reminding ourselves of this, these words lead us there.
