One actor, no set, ninety minutes
A bare stage, a single light and a performance that holds the room without a single prop.
There is nothing on the stage except a chair, and halfway through the chair is taken away. What remains is a voice, a body and ninety minutes of a story about a family that never says what it means.
It is not an easy evening. It is a gripping one. The silences are as precise as the lines, and the final image, a single step forward into darkness, lingers for days.
