Opening night November 2008, Theaterschool, Amsterdam

Twenty securityblankets cover the floor.

Little foodsculptures standing on the corners of the blankets.

Cones of pink spaghetti and golden melons for example.

The space is intimate, but as soon as the eleven players enter the stage, the decay has began.

Slowly everything is destroyed and a dirty white floor remains, some sad leftovers of foil and food.

The light develops in the same direction, from comfortable to cruel.