DEBUT

Veelhoek

’n Ko-produksie tussen die KKNK, die Vrystaat Kunstefees, Momentum Beleggings Aardklop en Suidoosterfees, moontlik gemaak deur NATi.

WITH Jana Cilliers and Ludwig Binge DIRECTOR AND DESIGN Marthinus Basson SCRIPT Jana Cilliers PRODUCTION MANAGER Anna Davel LIGHTING DESIGN AND STAGE MANAGER Nicolaas de Jongh PRODUCER KKNK

Barnard Gilliland’s cousin, Jana Cilliers, yearns for a conversation with him. She hardly remembers him. He died sixty years ago at the early age of 24. He was considered highly promising. Shortly after his death, his debut collection, Veelhoek, was released. Cilliers’ attempt to start writing herself takes her to her cousin’s spoken verse Skipbreukelinge with its refrain “en waar ek my voet wil sit, is water”. She experiences his remarkable expression as a young writer as blatantly honest within the ethos. “Ek is in dié veelhoek van kragte vermiddelpunt, spartel in die spinnekopnet, met klewerige sy gespan oor die water.” Gilliland’s raw and surprisingly fresh cry for the meaning of life stands in contrast to Cilliers who yearns for something similar within a theatre context. As aging actress, her understanding of mortality unfolds within her conversation with him about man’s multifaceted existence here on earth. She examines a willingness and acceptance to stop living. The cousins’ conversation takes place beyond time. Within their bloodline, equilibrium is achieved.

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Afrikaans • No u.13 PG • 60 min
R200 (pre-booking) • R180 (Friends of the KKNK) • R220 (at the door)
23 March, 10:00
24 March, 17:30
25 March, 20:00
26 March, 09:30
27 March, 17:00
29 March, 09:30
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