Barbican, LondonLittle happens in this wordless show about an Irish navvy who lives a lonely existence and yearns for home but it is oddly affecting One egg cup on the shelf, one tin mug, one knife, a game of Solitaire. Such are the trappings of a lonely life. On stage is a sparse home, washed in grey dust, the light a specific shade of dingy. A weary body gets home from work, pulls off heavy boots, strips to saggy u…
SOURCE: The Guardian at 08:36AM on January 22, 2025