For me, it was the little things. It was the moment a cigarette was lit and time stopped, love suspended, action halted. The moment the character squeezed her arm, as if looking in the mirror and wishing to be smaller, before quickly snapping herself out of it. It was the soft, delicate collapse on the stage that so perfectly depicted what it really looks like to be drunk on love juice.
The little things were woven together like tapestry to make the whole.
What I didn't like
My overall impression
I feel honoured to have witnessed this piece on stage. To extrapolate meaning from lived experiences, and then order them so artistically, and in such a way that tells audience members that they are not alone, is no easy feat. Alex’s ability to do this touched me at my core.