Team

Justyna Oleksy

Two chambers. Two vestibules. A Theatre of Four. The founding mother.

dr Agata Iżykowska-Uszczyk

He tells about the art of those who wrote down their thoughts on it. He reads between the lines intimate confessions. She sinks into fully experiencing art. She revels in her senses and what unknown corners of art allow her to discover. She dreams of a performance about Kandinsky’s theories.

Elżbieta Dudź

Woman of the Landscape in the first production of the Theatre of Four. There is a little bit and about herself in this role. When asked why she is in the theater, she answers in four words: for adventure, beauty, people, creation.

Maciej Makosch

A guardian of LUXUS cats, a worm in the crowd making common sounds, a star shard cackled to the power of four but surreptitiously looking in Erna’s direction, a childless spouse and a citizen who likes to watch the lines hollowed out in clay freeze in the sun, der bej ba….

Kaśka Mazurkiewicz

Floats firmly. Follows Erna’s All Paths. Braided by the thread of Eve K. Little Me mooning over Mutants

Monika Ćma

About herself she can only dance. Each time the “Gap between pink and red” dances differently in her. It tries to revive the stagnant organism of Abakanowicz’s rope with a shamanic gesture. She searches with the language of movement for answers, explanations, questions, unspoken spaces.

Lesław Zamaro

Seeks. It storms. It builds. He doesn’t iron. He doesn’t cook. He doesn’t mend. After washing, he squeaks and waggles his tongue. He ducks with the dishwashers. Always looking for a reverse.

Anna Lorenc

Dear Friend. Corresponds with Hasior W. Fellow of good news and more. Sometimes standing, sometimes rushing with the wind.

Ika Dac

She soothes. She takes to zen worlds. We took her with us to Abakany, although she didn’t expect it at all.

Magdalena Filipiak

New, but she doesn’t like to be referred to as such. OFF provocateur. Ever since she sang a lullaby in the men’s room, we know she fits right in.Pozdrawiam/Best regards

Krzysztof Gandecki

The fourth eye. The lens of the camera. It grabs frames, and frames hearts. It spins us around.

THEATRE WITHOUT A STAGE. THEATRE IN A MUSEUM.