Waterdonkey present
This is a performance of rituals of connection, inspired by the act of sharing songs and stories before a turf fire. It’s made of fragments, free association and the hairs on the back of your neck. It unfolds like a dream. This is a live meditation. It’s a cradle of limitations, within which content arrives and amasses slowly. Something grows, takes a form of its own. It plays with the unsaid, the unseen. It reaches not to grasp but to brush against something that cannot be captured by words. It’s about life, death, damp earth, flesh, blood and something more.
