It is difficult for us to realize how precious life's flashing and encounters are in ordinary life and in a solid order. Emotional selectivity divides people into pieces and pieces, making it difficult to collide into a full and full relationship.
So they came here.
One.
People stand on the stage, in a little bit of silence, relaxing their limbs, their torso, their skins, their blood vessels.
The swelling of memory after so much soaking, the raging between the stitches of the fingers, these emotions are hidden in the body and need to be felt and controlled. The valves that accept and express are opened only a little when the inherent limits and depressions on the body are dropped and the established assumptions and doubts about self are cast.
Yeah.
Any more sincere expression can also be full of lies, and promoting fear often leads us unconsciously to conceal and choose. So we gave up all the rough or fine language for a while, and we just looked at it with our eyes and built a swaying but extremely resilient relationship.
On the stage, two or two groups look at each other's eyes, without words, without conjectures, just to feel each other's subtle and secret emotional changes. In those few minutes, they saw each other's stories and heard their inner echoes.
Three.
The glamour of improvisation lies in the fact that it can help people to overcome their feelings of unfamiliarity and quickly build trust relationships. Under the guidance of the initiators of the dream, people express themselves interactively in the form of improvisation comedy and fly quickly to establish one link after another.
In the process, memory is stinged, imagination is lit up, and we are given the possibility of being created.
For creators, what we want more than arriving precisely is to express ourselves.
Ruin
The dream said, "There are so many people who do not do anything for money that no one else can believe. This is in itself romantic."
Gold says: Our goal is for everyone to liberate themselves and to create as much as possible on stage.
You sit around and talk about your own understanding, about this unrealistic but intriguing myth, about howling itself. A thousand ideas are mixed, and each one is a poem that does not have to be rhymed or written, so that it thrives and thrives.
Whether the silent or the howlerer is bystander or bystander, they deliver each other ' s isolation and cracks in such a small space and fill it with a little trust.
In a reality that always needs to wake up, we leap into the dream of living such a life, dedicated to ourselves.
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