A confused man is blown onto a stage of white drapes and sparse mismatched furniture by the wind, questioning his identity, his purpose, his location; a companion arrives,
The ascent to the attic room of the Gilded Balloon Rose Theatre is no joke, comedian Rik Carranza observing that he and his audience are practically in outer
Action figures: they’re not just for kids, and neither, as Steve McLean is at pains to point out, is his show Action Figure Archive, yet even when such
Kevin Quantum has come a long way in his hybrid career, and also very little distance; where three years ago Quantum Magic was performed in a cramped, sweaty
In a darkened upstairs room knots of untamed magnetic tape spill down from surfaces and across the floor and an oscilloscope flickers as the sounds of the future
The sound of pouring rain fills a dark, cavernous space, the smell of damp permeating the walls; while magnificent in its capacity, the remote Bly estate and the
Among misty foliage and mossy knolls against harsh piercing brass and rumbling timpani a hidden presence sings of his loneliness, his only companion the tick in his ear
We live in a world of science and technology, marvels to hand which fifty years ago were undreamed of, near global access to a communications network which allows
Beneath stone arches, ancient candelabras and tattered dust sheets lies the story of Cranholme Abbey, a tragedy told across a century and a half from 1873 as naive