A woman, immersed in a dialogue with 167 meters of black rope. A duet. A OneLiner maybe. Get up. Stretch the borders of balance. Walk. Walk your walk. Wipe out expectations. Draw new lines. Leave something behind. Come down. Get up again. Explore unknown wastelands. Construct impossible highways. Knot dreams together. This is the web we weave, a rope drawing through space & time. These are the limits of the rope. This is the infinity of it. This is the struggle, this is the dance, this is the game. Follow me.
A visual theater piece on and with a rope, about life.