The symposium’s two packed days felt to me like the collective pursuit of an elusive, shape-shifting prey. But as participants shared experiences, and common-interest groups opened up their internal dialogue to the rest of the symposium, the contours of what we’re all up against started to come into focus for me, and I felt a collective sense of purpose growing.
You may not leave this production feeling any more certain about what happens when we die than you did when you arrived, but hey — you’ll have seen some young artists experimenting with their craft and you’ll have laughed doing so. Surely that makes the inevitability of death an easier pill to swallow.