A lo fi solo symphony of words and movement.
Conjuring the ghosts of the men who have dominated the stage before him, Will takes us on a journey, navigating the tensions of inheritance, privilege and addiction.
Personal and political. Unsettling and humorous.
What do you see when you look at Will?
A white son.
A boy who can’t stop moving.
Can’t stop speaking.
And pointing.
Pointing at old actors and being successful.
Pointing at sugar and the milky bar kid.
Pointing at the sun.
Set against a backdrop of a nation that continues to bask in the light of its colonial legacy, hooked on profits despite the costs.
White Sun collides with the past in the here and now of a human nervous system.
