After every performance, the audience exits into a space where a couple of Guestbooks are laid out. Some people write in them; some don’t. Some send emails which are then taped into the books.
- I wanted to tell you that I put my finger on the quality that is perhaps what I appreciate most about your work (at least in summation – there are other things I like about it as it goes along), and that is the silence that follows. I got onto the streetcar home before I realized no one had clapped. Sometimes clapping is a wonderful thing, but it is not always right. You let us out of the obligation, and I do applaud you for it, now, and wish to applaud the performer as well.
- I’m sad and I’ve lost my equilibrium.
- During the whole performance I had the impression of looking at a Vermeer picture that became alive. (Angelika Betzold)
- Noone’s ever communicated so much by saying absolutely nothing at all. (Tiffany Mosher)
- This was a refreshing break from most site-specific performances attempting to liberate the spectator from passivity to activity - but in actuality to the opposite. Refreshingly draconian.
- Like silent Kaspar Hauser.
- It was quite difficult to watch for me. This was exactly how my daughter behaved after her dad died. (Theresa Przybylski)