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.
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.