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A living jester performs on the right of a dark royal chamber. A king and queen watch from two thrones on the left.

A story in four acts

After the Applause

First you learn the part.
Then the part learns you.

At first,
there was an audience.

Enter the storyTake your seat

01

The face
he borrowed

Learning the part

A borrowed face.
A practised self.

At court, he learned which smile earned laughter and which bow pleased the king. The mask helped him belong.

Each performance made the role easier. His own face began to feel unfamiliar.

Turn toward the mask

Identity, rehearsed.

Act II

A face becomes a habit.

An aged ivory half mask with delicate gold scrollwork, a short nose cover, hollow eyes and a worn gold rim.

01 / RehearsalHe chose a face
that pleased them.

02 / HabitThe smile came
before the feeling.

03 / IdentityWithout the mask,
he felt like no one.

02

The silence
in the room

After the last applause

Then the room
fell silent.

The king and queen were gone.
Only their thrones remained.

He still bowed.
Habit no longer needed an audience.

Return to the court

Act III

Nobody answered.

In the same royal chamber, the king and queen's ancient bones lie collapsed on dusty, cobwebbed thrones. The skeletal jester on the right still performs.

He kept
performing.

03

A part
without a room

Beyond the audience

Who was he
without the role?

No one was watching.
He still felt he had to perform.

He feared the silence after the last bow.
Who would he be without the role?

Follow the last gesture

Act IV

One more gesture.

A lone skeletal jester in oxblood clothes stands on the right of a dark stage, holding one ivory mask and extending a hand toward an absent audience.
He could stop performing.
But he no longer knew
who he was without it.

The audience was gone. The need to please remained.

An empty theatre stage. An abandoned mask and jester costume lie on the right, with no performer remaining.

An empty stage.
A part left waiting.

After the applause

When the mask
becomes the self,
who takes it off?

The room has fallen silent.
The question stays.

Raise the curtain again