When a man dressed in a fluffy white skirt and hat, covered in white dust and with a red feather in his mouth approaches you on Chambers Street, it’s pretty difficult not wanting to go and see his show! And I’m glad I went, be it only to see the passion and energy Adam Read puts into the show – throwing himself all over the stage, rolling in dust and branches and hanging off ropes and nooses! The main criticism from the audience was the fact that they did not know what was going on. There was no guide or explanation or theme in order to see what he was going through. Personally, with such shows, I feel that you have to work it out for yourself. I saw a man, stranded on an island in the sea, smoking weed, cutting stones, looking for a haven in an old hut. It was his life, from beginning to his fiery death, as he disappears into the red darkness. Very theatrical, beautifully lit and masterly performed.
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