Rules can feel like the bars that hold us prisoner, or the big arms that rock us to sleep. They can tie us down, snarled in “should´s” and “must´s” or liberate us from the paralyzing weight of infinite possibility. With them we can hide or reveal, abuse or protect. They enable us to play together on this little plot of dirt.
The piece is a game within a game within a game. It is as much a game between the performers, as one with the director, as it is a game of performance itself. There is no acting, only using the rules of the game to push beyond to what is allowed.
But, can we ever really break free from the rules?