PALACE OF ILLUSIONS

Project type: Physical theatre

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts and theatre I find understanding and transcendence This is my imagined time My palace of illusions

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts and the

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts and theatre I find understanding and transcendence This is my imagined time My palace of illusions

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts and the

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts and theatre I find understanding and transcendence This is my imagined time My palace of illusions

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts and the

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts and theatre I find understanding and transcendence This is my imagined time My palace of illusions

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts and the

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts and theatre I find understanding and transcendence This is my imagined time My palace of illusions

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts and the

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts and theatre I find understanding and transcendence This is my imagined time My palace of illusions

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts and the

I place my being in an imagined time-space Through my illusions I build myself In the stream of time and shattered memories I trace the threads of my own existence In the dreams of love and farewells I feel desire and fear In the highest arts and theatre I find understanding and transcendence This is my imagined time My palace of illusions

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define the value of my own existence

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define the value of my own existence

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define the value of my own existence

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define the value of my own existence

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define the value of my own existence

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define the value of my own existence

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define

I am trapped in the roles I play Beneath the masks I wear And so I forget what is real What is fake If time does not exist If love is but the projection of desire If art is nothing more than the meaningless offspring of my mind How then do I define the value of my own existence

Trailer: https://vimeo.com/1011346773

Duration: 1.5 hours

Location: THE EMPTY Theatre, Hangzhou, China

In the palace of illusions, three spaces are formed— One for love, one for death, one for art. They take shape as wrinkled, translucent mirrors, An hourglass with ceaseless flowing sand, And a speech with no audience. The performer first touches and entwines with these spaces, Through gestures of body and sound. Then comes the struggle against them. Until finally, the body dies within the space, Dissolving into the air.

Created(concept, direction, sets, costumes, lights), and performed by Reeves

Co-Set designer: Vick Wu & Frenzy

Production: Sphinx Archive

Co-performer: Hermia, Vick Wu & Frenzy