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Divine Invention
Summerhall, Edinburgh
SERGIO BLANCO’s one-man show Divine Invention is part performance lecture, part fictionalised autobiographical memoir. For 65 minutes it draws us in, folding and twisting us through the fabric of its truth.
A man sits at his desk surrounded by props which we read as if reading a film-screen. A notebook, an art-card of a Francis Bacon painting, a microscope (mystifying, and ultimately ultimately enlightening) — objects that encourage us to draw connections.
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