One Thing On His Mime
[Work in Progress: fully formed 20min show, capability to be developed further]
Come and be seduced by this mime, come and see him perform inside the glass box, drink from the imaginary cup and be pulled along by the invisible rope.
He’s just like all the others, led by the same set of strict rules a mime must follow in order to be. But perhaps, hidden away in there, is a person underneath the face paint waiting to escape that ‘glass box’ he is trapped inside.
Can the rules of being a mime really be so black and white?