A Vision

We reimagine ourselves as 21st century travelling players.
Living novels.
We will hold a repertoire of stories in our bodies, ready to be told.
It is our magic that we can see the edges of other worlds, hear the words spoken there, feel it all keenly under our skins.
The stories we will tell are Queer Myths, brought back from a place that exists outside of time; an elsewhere; a simultaneous layering of future, present, and past.
We arrive quietly, by train or boat or on foot, with just the clothes we wear and the bags on our backs.
We take our places on the simple wooden stage under the cinema screen; on the diving platform at the edge of the lake; in the clean white box of the gallery, facing out through the windows onto the river beyond; in the artist’s studio, the grand piano to our left, brushes and colour lined up on shelves under the window.
We close our eyes, take a deep breath, open our mouths.
A forested planet emerges.
Ghosts. Journeys through the stars. Strange grammar. Sex and starships.
Every time we tell our stories, they change form, take on new orders.
They are never the same twice.
Sometimes they are urgent; sometimes pulled up like strange fish from muddy waters; sometimes hanging in the air, bright and transparent.
We do this job already — we have done it for years — but it’s easy to get lost in the glare of the lights and the glitter of costumes; the clutter of posters hanging at the door of the theatre; the press of the crowd.
But when we take a moment to look inside ourselves, this is why we come here; why we put our bodies on view; why we travel to new places to find new stories; dig snow; hitch lifts; walk for endless hours in the forest.
We also have a new magic.
Our bodies can travel to multiple places and times as copies, traces, digital signatures.
We are faith healers, not just of flesh, but as words on a page, shapes on a screen, vibrations from a machine.
We become an archive, a song.
We whisper into your ears wherever you are; in the city; on the bus; running through the trees; looking out over the endless sea.
Our stories will be heard wherever they are needed.