Overview
Introduction - Start Here!
Style and Tone
When and Where
Glossary
News
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Vig-Net Series
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Results
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Introduction - Start Here!
Style and Tone
When and Where
Glossary
News
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Vig-Net Series
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8
Results
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7
It is a circular Amphitheatre, dark until strobe lights around the room illuminate two dancers. Both look like origami paper people – they start to move and mimic each other. As they dance, the scene around them changes. The paneled walls morph into mirrors, then doors, then archways leading to nowhere. Other human dancers join in. Trees grow and shrink around them, seasons pass and scenes appear and collapse as they dance like pages of a pop up story book.
One dancer gets progressively more and more out of sync, and their side of the Amphitheatre starts corroding, animals start to appear, larger and more hostile they dance with the frantic dancer. Their surroundings become messy, their steps leave water and blood on the ground. Raw creative juice leaks from between the walled panels and the frantic dancer begins to call for help. The other dancer looks panicked, but keeps on dancing their perfect dance – trying to ignore the frantic dancer. The music on the frantic dancer’s side gets louder; violent scenes and screams erupt from around them. A gun materializes from smoke in their hand, they shoot the perfect dancer in the head, they fall, blood pools around paper. The animals around them howl, the frantic dancer then looks at the screen and shoots that too, broadcast cuts.
Paneled octagonal Amphitheatre with panels of ever changing material, the floor is plush white carpet. There is no roof, only clouds above. The extras that join this Vignette will be human dancers on their the Perfect or Frantic side. The atmosphere feels dense, emotional and somber. Imagine lo-fi beats in the background that gradually get more dramatic and not in a funny way, laughing somehow feels so… out of place here.