“The Lost Song of Little Nothings points out our foibles, those gestures beyond our conscious control, tics, amnesia. Our exclamations, sighs, onomatopoeia and lapses: in short, the behavioural quirks that humans act out without having a clear consciousness of. A performance between realism and abstraction, clones and clowns, the usual and the absurd, the normal and the pathological, the musical and the gestural.
A spectacle which unfolds like the turning of pages, constructed as a succession of fleeting windows looking onto the usually unexamined occurrences of daily life. A show that combines the precision of anthropology with the imperfectness of subjective observation.