Currently on tour with Mind of a Snail
Summer 2017 Fringe Tour:
Toronto Fringe Festival July 7th-16 (world premiere)
Edmonton Fringe Aug 17-27
Vancouver Fringe Sept 7-17
We’re all just projections, man.
A surreal personal hygiene ritual. A dramatic sub-plot featuring an affair between brushes. Weirdness out the wazoo!
Mind of a Snail’s new shadow theatre show is a gender and genre-bending surrealist comedy for adults (18+). Audiences can expect some bizarre and hilarious nudity (including using the nude body as a projection surface) and Mind of a Snail’s colourful, playful, and unique approach to shadow theatre performance.
A woman, tired of being objectified, steals a magical paintbrush and ends up getting flushed down the toilet with a pair of sentient toothbrushes. She must decide whether to follow her old internalized script, or release this script and love herself for who she really is.
The story is told using physical comedy, overhead projectors and live video projection. Also featured is an original musical soundtrack, composed and recorded by Chloe Ziner & Jessica Gabriel, the two creator/performers of MULTIPLE ORGANISM.
as the wind doze blow
my sad in festering joyous self
musicality draws life onwards endlessly
the way typing this out is a naturally budding thing
Am I a plant? I wish I was a plant.
I think I am a plant.
reaching towards the sun?
everything downpours eventually
sew this is all just water flowing
melting freezing melting pouring pooling
this is air
makes a sound
music reaches directly into the softcore of my being
dissecting every line
speaks into the centre of my bleating heart
why would i ever stop listening?
being seen. being heard. being truly sound.
that’s the rub.
glut of stories untold untelling
life is beautiful and in puddles
wee fondle and finger the absent image
it still burns
t h in a i r
that familiar gaping feeling
(the one we were borne with)
dampens every crevasse
for ever (giving berth)
wet seeps into dry
wearing a way at the edges
pressing oneself against itself
( m u m i s cr y in g )
forwards r e c ed e s
sea foam lining every reach
Great emptiness as
simple as that went
So straight before-
had not been able
then not being idle
went absent away
Now faith is not what we
hereafter have we have a
world resting on nothing
Rest was never more than
abstract since it is empty
reality we cannot escape
from “Souls of the Labadie Tract” by Susan Howe