The Lesson: A collective fever
It’s all heat and burgeoning mania on the Mannie Manim stage. The rain is late to Johannesburg this year and the city has become unbearably hot and dry. Still, we … Read More
It’s all heat and burgeoning mania on the Mannie Manim stage. The rain is late to Johannesburg this year and the city has become unbearably hot and dry. Still, we … Read More
The gallery space is filled with the body in motion. It’s an interesting scene – a series of screens surrounding a silvered plinth. Light flickers off the walls, figures posture … Read More
Between my finger and my thumb The squat pen rests. I’ll dig with it. – Seamus Heaney There are tears by the time Wezile Harmans finishes his performance. Left in … Read More
The sense of place is immediate. There is the sour rot of refuse, the acrid smell of burning plastic. Endless stretches of cold, hard concrete. A street sign signals a … Read More
There is only the actor, the stage, and two wooden crates. It’s all the piece requires. In Île, Sophie Joans takes us from Cape Town to Mauritius through a series … Read More