By Finn Boyle, Associate Artist
As the echoes of gunshots faded into memory on that March afternoon in Christchurch, international media danced in dervishes around the identity of the Breivik wannabe rotting in a holding cell. Pearl-clutching headlines depicting an ‘angelic little boy’ surrounded the screams of families destroyed, spouses widowed, and children orphaned by this blonde-haired cherub. (more…)
By Simon Gleave, Associate Artist and Trainer
The train is pulling out of Siena, a walled city in Tuscany, leaving behind a few sweaty, smokey, coffee- stained delegates to take the AB project and the stories it tells to the next phase.
by Aleksandra Pejic (AB Project: Serbia participant)
Any thoughts or dreams?
The rain. Heart shaped island. Negligence. Anger. Facts versus feelings. Passion. Buzzing cellphones without owners. Rubber boots. Music from the movie ’Requiem For A Dream’ insanely pumping through the headphones in order to cover up the sounds of shooting in your own head. Obsessively repeating the same action over and over again. Madness. Ruined families which ruin their own members. Fiction which transforms into most vicious reality. (more…)