Cops are Actors

A man digs a hole in the earth while he describes and reflects on his life. By looking back on parts of his own history he comes closer to some form of reconciliation with it. The work brings to mind how words anchor us in reality but also keep us imprisoned in our own narratives.

Leona is a nightclub singer in Los Angeles. In the video she sits in her living room, sings short demonstrations of songs, and comments upon each of them. She alternates between performing and speaking about her life as both a private and a public person. She addresses the person behind the camera, the audience watching the video almost 'becomes' this person and it creates an intimate space between the viewer and the subject.

This work is to a certain extent a portrait of a dying breed – the American style entertainer with an ever-gleaming smile on his face who is out of sync with his time.

20 years ago a Hollywood extra met a budding filmmaker. She honed her directorial skills and he practised lines. Years later, a film which was never supposed to be had already been shot. Neither reality nor fiction, but both at the same time.

The artist Tova Mozard places herself, her mother and grandmother on the Royal Dramatic Theatre's main stage. In a therapy similar staging stories accidentally and unavoidably passes between generations, between mother and daughter.

In a post-apocalyptic era, the prophecies roll against an unknown recipient, as religious messages from secular temples. The media's neon signs shine in the night and a lost soul wanders through life without apparently meeting anyone else. Are we at the end of the world, the end or the rebirth?