“We’re all here for a good time, aren’t we?” Alone on stage, Iara Solano Arana purrs this opening question directly into your ear through headphones and a fuzzy electronic soundscape. Utilising the deceptively simple language of lists, childhood memories, sexual fantasies and fragments of in-flight safety briefings, this is part confession, part meditation. It carries an emotional charge like a bare wire, making you intensely aware of your presence in the space and your part in the performance. The text is rhythmic and intimate, often disquietingly atmospheric, getting under your skin and raising hairs. Like an inkblot test, your personal response will vary, but this is an immersive, unique diversion which you must experience for yourself.
Summerhall, 11-26 Aug, 5.45pm.
tw rating 5/5 | [Dave Fargnoli]