A disconnected machine sits in a small, cold garage in the centre of Berlin.
Waiting. Alone.
Until light finds its metal skin. Eyes, an audience. No script, no one asking anything of it.
And yet, it begins to move.
What drives a machine to create? Where does autonomy begin—and where does it break down?
In Drawn, an industrial object slowly becomes something else—
something that searches, hesitates, fails,
feels?
A performance about art, mechanics, and the fragile boundary between the human and the artificial.
Until it can no longer continue.
Perhaps it is your presence that allows it to begin again.
Concept: Luit Bakker
Special thanks to Schaubude Berlin, Ulrike Quade Company, Hendrik Walther, Bart van de Woestijne