After every performance, the audience exits into a space where a couple of Guestbooks are laid out. Some people write in them; some don’t. Some send emails which are then taped into the books.
- The last space – this death room – is my fave. The smell, the heat, the music, the mood make me want to stay and run at the same time. A visceral experience . . . Thanks for taking me out of me and back again. (Rebecca Burton)
- Like the death of the Mermaids, I want to dance between the shells for them.
- An achingly beautiful elegy – redolent with the smell of decay but fragrant with the aroma of growth. You keep art meaningful for me. Thanks Hillar. (Rose Jacobson)
- Normally theatre is a gift, something shared. This though, is something taken from us.
- Gorgeous, truly alive, I am awake now without the coffee and crying with the joy of life. Thank-you.
- The Observation brought me out of a haze that I have lived with for so long and reminded me that I need to feel beyond my boundaries …
- I walked all the way to Bathurst barefoot until I remembered my shoes were in my bag. Yes, it had that effect. (Atom Egoyan)
- The only time I actually believe in the possibility of transcendence is when I am in the presence of DNA. (Paul Leonard)