a theater for marcel marceau

A theater

for

marcel Marceau

Marcel Marceau Yelling.

Marcel said, “The world is too loud.” Architecture is too loud; it needs to stop talking and let Marcel speak. A theater for the performer who says nothing and everything at the same time must remain silent for the performance but say everything for the discipline - a visit to the sublime.

Step 1: Be An ArchitectStep 2: Make The Sublime

Climbing Going through something in the distance

Peeking Entering Something in the Forest

ACT 1

ACT 2

ACT 3

I’m hiding and I’m

jumping

around. I know what I’

m doing, it’s

a tease

and I like it

. I’m here

one

second and th

ere th

e next. I

t’s lik

e

magic, you ca

n’t tell

it’s re

al. I’m

not running away I p

romise, I’

m

just having fu

n.

Let’s be alone, get away to our paradise. I know you can see me and I can’t always perform. I need a rest. “Hold onto it for me.” This place is safe, I’m comfortable and I’m happy. I think everyone else is scared but us. That makes me happy.

I’m uncomfortable and

I’m not ready. There’s too

much! Too much! I want

to be somewhere else, I

want to be someone else.

This can’t be right.

I’m ready, I’m pumped, it’s the right time and I’m the right person. I’m feeling confident and I’m feeling right. Showtime.

It’s a solemn tim

e. I’m not re

ally sure

about everything but it’s not th

e time to

question it.

It’s a tim

e for respect.

I feel free, I have no limits. I

must go forward and explore

and this is the right time to

do it. I’m feeling ambitious.

I’m curious and brave. Will you come with me?

I have nowhere to go, I

just want to

be with you,

but I guess I

must stay

and be happy.

I must perform. Thank you for

watching, I’ll wave to you in the

audience.

Hahahah!Look at all them! Here to see me! But they can’t even see me!

Things will be f ine,

I don’t have time to

worry. I must not

worry or else I’ll get

distracted.

I have to think, leave me

alone. It’s not you, I just

need some time.

I need to leave. Everything is too

much now. I understand you will

miss me but I need to go.

The theater for Marcel Marceau is so loud it becomes utterly silent. For the performer who creates anything from nothing, the theater must do absolutely nothing with everything.

The end