PRIZE FIGHTER

Prize Fighter introduces us to the world of Congolese refugee, Isa, and the atrocities that lead him to Australia. This powerful theatre uncovers harsh and violent realities of radicalism and war, displacement and loss, interrogating morality, empathy, loyalty & betrayal, manipulation, kindness and forgiveness in the many experiences and relationships we bear witness to, along…

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09/10/2018

‘PARADISE’ OR PANDEMONIUM?

My name is Isabella Whāwhai Waru and I am a Ngati Tukorehe and Te Atiawa descendant. What follows is my account of events that have unfolded over the past month which are close to my heart and which call upon my sense of responsibility as an artist, writer and Indigenous person to speak my truth.…

PERFORMANCE

22/09/2018

SEEPING

An entire atmospheric shift happens as I walk into the room. Dressed by China Aleisse, the space is doused in flowers and nature, draped fabrics, fairy lights, candles flickering and incense wafting through the air. A swirl of enticing reds, pinks and oranges light the room. I immediately feel comforted – this space feels like…

PERFORMANCE

17/09/2018

A BODY GLEANED

As we enter the space to take our seats, I can make out four bodies arranged among large sculptures, adorned with string that is woven into patterns, nature, and cultural prints and cloths that open up portals into another realm of being. Blue light drapes over the stage as Lay the Mystic comes forth to address audiences with an acknowledgement of the tangatawhenua//First Peoples of the land we are gathered upon. A…

PERFORMANCE

14/09/2018

MUNIAK MULANA

I acknowledge the traditional and rightful custodians of the land on which I stand, live and work, the Boon Wurrung and Wurundjeri peoples of the Eastern Kulin Nation. I pay my respects to their elders – past, present and emerging. I acknowledge the ongoing legacy of sacred storytelling, ceremony, ritual and performance which has blessed…

PERFORMANCE

12/09/2018

A BODY GLEANED

“Somewhere, between our body, our ancestors and our nightmares, we decide on who we’re going to be, and how we’re going to be constructed. ‘Ancestors whisper themselves into my dreams in languages I don’t speak and if these are the lights that are meant to guide me home, why don’t I know their faces?’ -Excerpt…

PERFORMANCE

31/08/2018

THE FALL

The theatre is buzzing. As I look around the seating bank, friendly faces glow with excitement. The Bla(c)k arts community have come out for this show; we smile and wave, hugs are exchanged, there is a shared hunger for this performance. Occasions like this are few and far between and already the sight of so…

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