Waiting is over

Seated at a round table beneath a floating willow tree, a world unfolds in which time is thrown into disarray. The solo artist moves through a landscape of illusions, longings and fears. Through the art of juggling, objects become dreams, memories and unfulfilled hopes. They slip away, vanish and reappear – an absurd interplay between control and loss of control.

Whilst everything is in motion, nothing seems to change. What is expected fails to materialise. Another day, the same place, the same time. How long can one wait without losing hope?

‘I reach for the clouds and gather dreams in my bag. But my dreams slip away from me and roll beneath the crowded stands – do I belong there too?’

Using poetic imagery and absurd humour, *Waiting is over* tells of the eternal cycle of waiting and the longing to be seen. For perhaps the waiting is never over.

N o t i c e m e , I a m w a i t i n g – A n d I c o n t i n u e t o w a i t .