Cathartic reckoning of performance art and abstract puppetry. A continuous non-narrative, a dialogue for things we hardly know how to say. Ricocheting around an unyielding space, seething above broken shards, wandering unheralded, or suspended on an inconsequential platform. Grief of losing oneself, grief of remembered youth, grief hidden, grief long carried. Here, you may speak, even if it’s for just a breath; give your rage your whole voice. Lift up your broken bits. We see you.
Ages 13 and Over.