Object of Thought
Mattin
A solo improvisation using just the situation of the concert: a space, a PA, Mattin’s own thoughts, you, the audience.
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A solo improvisation using just the situation of the concert: a space, a PA, Mattin’s own thoughts, you, the audience.
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