by Ian Shuttleworth, 7th June 2015

Not so much a story as a detailed description of a snapshot, it captures a moment of simultaneous hope and despair. Miked up at a desk beneath a video screen in neutral to represent the grey sky, Fouéré gives every word of Beckett’s 60 sentences considered weight; scarcely lit herself, she turns a venue more normally used for business presentations into a space for meditation.

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