When one is given the time to, you can begin to put things in order. With hindsight you can think about how you make the choices that bring you to a certain moment. Why I went to that play. Why I decided to walk rather than take the nightbus. How I spotted her because her red hair glowed in the streetlamp. Before I am aware of quite what I am doing I am over the side rail and standing next to the woman. She looks at me shocked. “What the hell are you doing?” she grunts. I want to ask what the hell she thinks she’s doing at 2AM standing shoeless on the side of a London bridge staring into the Thames below. Instead I gulp and go “Oh. That’s very deep.” “Well, yeah” she responds “that’s the point. You CAN go back. Don’t need a companion right now.” “No,” I shake my head “Made my choice and here I stand. Shaking. It’s really cold.” She is warm. Large man’s coat. She is disappearing in it. Drowning even. “So what are you? Some form of hero?” Utter disgust. “Oh. No. Just a man on a bridge.” I am slightly...

Full Length. "An Immersive Show about Angels and Other Winged Beings"

50 mins. An Immersive post-apocalyptic show where the audience choses ending.

50 mins. An Immersive show about a fictional revolution.

Full Length. Her name is ‘F’. She is a sister, a neighbour, a lover, a friend. She is a photographer. She is missing. Based of Schechner’s theory of Rasa Boxes , W.B Yates post-war poetry and the photographs of Francesca Woodman.