MISLOCATED DIVAS, MARTYRED ARTISTS, HALF VIRTUOSITY. A SINGER WHO SINGS WITH AUTOTUNE AND STILL SINGS BADLY.
IT TAKES BEING FUNNY, BUT NOT POSITIVE.
IT NEEDS TO RELEASE AN EP.
IT TAKES READING A LOT OF QUEER THEORY BOOKS. START YOUR OWN PROJECT.
I mean... IT HAS TO BE ORIGINAL.
YOU HAVE TO BE PERFECT.
Four people interact with the visible mechanisms of a theater that is a body, delimiting it as a conflict territory. The performers embody the desire to be something different from themselves, causing a whirlwind of trials and identities that breaks everything and celebrates the ruling.
I WANT TO BE A CHEAP COPY OF ANOTHER PERSON, I HAVE A PLASTIC SOUL, WHAT'S MORE.
Superficial conversation and endless theoretical discourse are superimposed on layers that interact with each other, giving rise to a split screen illusion.
