There is a hole on my sock. I borrowed ten quid yesterday but then the long waited two thousand suddenly arrived. I’m sure I’ll not get any fresh tomorrow either, as I’ll be working from 10am to 10pm. On what? On Eclipse. There are only women in it, which kind of worried me a few days ago, but now I feel that I feel it. I mean, I can see what I can do with it. Three images, three icons. In one a human crowd is raving, the other one calmer, there is some anticipation in it, and in the third one these women express the collective grief of love through songs. Why love? Because everybody feels it, understands it. LOVE. What what’s left after it? It doesn’t matter, you just can’t wait to get to bed, all you have the energy for is to brush your teeth beforehand, while you are looking at yourself in the mirror and all what has happened or you would have wanted to happen dawns on you in the mirror. But it’s OK, you are just happy to get under your dotted blanket and shut the blinds.

 

A show evoking the improvised masses of the party culture. Through the reinterpretation of the stereotypical situations created by the dancing crowd a new, fictitious, comic-like world is born. Beyond the dramas of the night life human games are resolved and a new trans-like state is achieved, in which the ego and the instincts are shadowed.

 

(text from SIN arts website)