
Perhaps because of the performance aspect of Harlow’s interaction with us, in a show that is about the terrible treatment Harlow showed to his subjects, I was left with a clinical detachment to the man.

As you might guess from a title as lyrical and expressive as I Left My Shoes On Warm Concrete and Stood In The Rain, in this dance piece often the words are just as important as the choreography.

Darkness. Silence. Through the dim, white. A large blank page, several meters high by nearly the stage wide. In front, sits the stage. Empty.

Inspired by the plight of the Brontë sisters, Anton Chekhov’s play Three Sisters is about the decay of the privileged class and the search for significance.


This intriguingly named one-woman puppet show is as obscure as its title and hauntingly beautiful.
