Life takes place on foot
Colour-coded performers roll car wheels through the streets as though the car body has disappeared. Concrete trucks and pedestrians good-naturedly share the road. Who owns the road?
Colour-coded performers roll car wheels through the streets as though the car body has disappeared. Concrete trucks and pedestrians good-naturedly share the road. Who owns the road?
Women ascend the steps of Cologne’s Dom Cathedral in platform gumboots ranging up to 30 cm high, each assisted by a Helper. Can only the wealthy adapt to rising waters?
Performers lie on busy intersections across four cities, making Xs with their bodies in the moments between traffic movements, the road alternately claimed and reclaimed.
People from different worlds come together, unified by a communal spirit of making art. What emerges during rehearsals quietly reveals how people connect by building on what they have in common.
A small oasis of pageantry and prestige is injected into the familiar, as a procession of people raises sumptuous purple canopies over strangers going about their everyday lives.
A text-based work about Anja, a sex worker in a designated zone in Eindhoven where a daytime street becomes a one-way circuit at night. The viewer’s silhouette places them inside the work.
Everyday people wearing a red, blue, or green t-shirt gather in the road at Bondi Beach, Sydney. Their colour choices determine the geometric patterns they make on the road.
An art intervention masquerading as a real everyday event. Officials conduct surveillance in Martin Place, Sydney, recording the public without their knowledge. No one asks why.