For a while now I've been losing faith in humanity. Not giving up on it, but losing it, the way you lose something in a dream. So I did the only thing I know how to do: I built it a stage.
A flexible space, open and waiting. A place where a human can exist at the centre, where the world is built around them, not the other way around.
And then I stepped onto it myself. Without a script. Without knowing my lines. Just like in a dream.
The characters in this series arrive the same way, by accident, half-surprised, uncertain of the surrounding. They didn't plan to be here. Neither did I.
But this is the only place where I have total responsibility, total possibility, and total control.

So I stay. I dig. I paint my way through the fear.

Teatr lalek (puppet theatre) is what happens next.