Following a sold-out premiere in Wellington, Stella Grace Seawright, Jake Starrs, and Grace Ella Lewis bring their triptych of solo performances, Quiet Rituals, to Hastings. The works explore generational ties and the rituals we inherit, reshape, and carry. Through movement, we navigate self-reckoning, grief, dreaming, and the quiet ways communities remember and heal.

Giving Over, by Stella Grace Seawright
Giving Over is a sombre solo pilgrimage towards relinquishing the breath hoarded after losing a loved one. As this solitary procession takes place, a gentle shroud is offered as an invitation. Meet me in my despair, my anguish, my tears and my great love. Lamentations slither forward, vibrating bones burned to powder captured by a breeze of exhalation. Through this piece, I present an opportunity of exchange, between the brutality of loss and vulnerable surrender.

Give up,

Give way,

Give in,

Give over.


At 3 am I am here with the Red Dream, by Jake Starrs
At 3 am I am here with the Red Dream is a brazen solo offering that imagines queer futures from the ashes of buried dreams and forgotten selves. It reflects on the abandoned promises, ended relationships, and shedded exoskeletons expelled from moments of self-reckoning. Navigating the radical and sometimes violent potential for transformation, this work asks who is reborn after heartbreak, love, and personal history is flattened into dust.

Dissolving the Apricot Corridor, by Grace Ella Lewis
Dissolving the Apricot Corridor depicts the closing waking moments as you fall into sleep, the architecture of the mind that disintegrates as consciousness fades. This place is a universal and deeply personal experience. Unpicking the people, places and objects which scatter through the mind and turn an invitation into an archaeological experience.

An uncanny self wanders the Apricot Corridor, pauses at the 18 step staircase and falls between the gap. A recurrent pathway which cycles over and over. The sensation of falling sitting in its belly.

An undulating soft apricot wall cascades from the pearly ceiling.

Swaddled ribs shaken of their sugary innocence

fall

delicately onto a counter.

Whilst holding the dimpled preposition of puddled rain.

Come sit at the table of oneiric oddities.

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