There is often more said in the space between words than the dictate itself. Samuel Beckett stopped me in my tracks the first time I saw a live play. How could this be possible? A relentless rhythm of repetition that created a song … a thing of beauty.
Many think of his work as concerned with despair but to me it is the reach for the intangible, the mysterious. Our immeasurable yearning, through peace and stillness; the ordinary, for a path to enlightenment … a path home