Theatre Delicatessen; 2nd July 2015
Deservedly glowing reviews of #ShelterMe have appeared all over, so this is something a little different… An experience…
(Will probably look awful on mobile. Apologies)
Behind the imposing office formality, Circumference present a world of surprises in the most exciting thing to happen to circus theatre in the last decade.
I am about to go on a personal journey in the shared company of many fleeting new friends. My relationship with my phone will be a big part of this journey…
!['So far, so intriguing. I've sent a text to a strange number, and been told a buddy will find me later...'](https://katekavs.files.wordpress.com/2015/07/2.jpg?w=300&resize=300%2C275)
We’re being invited to have fun here, to be playful. So that’s how my review will be.
!['After being invited to keep our phones on 'loud and proud', might as well use it'](https://i0.wp.com/localhost/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/4-e1436043298432.jpg?resize=254%2C300)
Our hosts are gentle with us, warm. Inviting us to join in, but as much or as little as we feel comfortable with. There is touch. a shaken hand, a patted shoulder, assistance. There are games. There’s an exploration. There are gentle introductions, meetings. They develop as trust grows.
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Where do we feel safe? Where do we feel Comfort? Where are our boundaries with other people, strangers?
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The text won’t go through. Is this a one-way relationship?
We’re fed a text history of Nich Galzin and Aislinn Mulligan‘s relationship as they live out its consequence above the concrete.
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Then the wonderland becomes stranger, less cohesive, more intriguing…
A glittering cave of technological debris that, devoid of any direct human agency, seems to have developed its own form of ‘life’.
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I remember… I’m supposed to be searching for someone…
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Ellie Rose Rusbridge in a softly sung haven.
Mulligan on umbilical silks. Beatific smile. Legs seemingly following their own impulses, gaze exploratory.
Isolation.
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A place to ask questions to the void, with answers spewing incongruously, amusingly, from speakers. An infinite number of monkeys…
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Needy.
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I liked it in the small crowded dark room they gently ushered us into. We got talking. Didn’t want to leave.
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Overheard: ‘This makes you open yourself up to anything’ ‘Like drinking coffee’
!['I love you' 'I miss you'. This is what it's like.'](https://katekavs.files.wordpress.com/2015/07/31.jpg?w=262&resize=262%2C300)
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Surrounded by a circle of onlookers, Helena Reynolds spins her hula hoops, then stops. Disjointed moment.
!['All the phones are out. The 'buddies' are talking, but the human beings aren't'](https://katekavs.files.wordpress.com/2015/07/32.jpg?w=262&resize=262%2C300)
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She’s real! I should have trusted them all along!
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It feels right to hold hands.
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All this city. All these people.
Belonging. Don’t try too hard to understand everything. Dusk over the city is beautiful. We’re beautiful. Together.
![IMG_6148](https://i0.wp.com/localhost/wp-content/uploads/2015/07/img_6148.jpg?resize=225%2C300)
To be free
To live your life
The way you want to be’
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