Wading through the sound waves of laments (aka love songs) stemming out of mouths from 1608 to 2024 – a voice before meaning broadcasts them into the theatre space. They seem oh so familiar. They touch you but also feel distant. Like the foreign tongue of a loved one. The mouth estranges them, warps their time, body and space together. It is a process of dislocating the laments that have been put into our hands.

- echolocation, the bat - te amo te amo, she said to me - ableton live 11 - 2010 heartbreak - the birth of opera - imploded home studio - 1608 (Italy) - Ach ich fühl’s - echolocation, the nymph -