Wherever I Lay My Hat
T0769639587
In the doll's house we are rearranging the furniture looking for the configuration that will make the perfect home. The space is strewn with cardboard boxes. Each box holds a story, an object, or a feeling strongly connected with a sense of home. We sift through the debris. A rocking chair, cups of tea and the spot where the Christmas tree used to stand. We disturb the dust, unearth a memory, rediscover a long lost treasure. It's all here, the remnants of our lives. Not all of these are the performers own and not all of them may be true but the end result is a bittersweet and occasionally funny patchwork of multiple perspectives and stories guaranteed to make you feel homesick.
Archive :: production:T0769639587, play:S01766769076, venue:V01950064742
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