Direction
Modality Company


Modality Company is a live performance born from the struggle of form and formation. The initial spark came from Steve Reich’s music piece--“Drumming” 1970–1971.
Inspired a lot also by “Cosmos” 1965 (a novel by Witold Gombrowicz) and “The Family Game” 1983 ( a film by Yoshimitsu Morita )



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Running Time: 33 mins




2023.3.16
Platform Theatre
London, UK


Performer 
Wenfei Jia， Kai， Tomio Shota， 
Mingxiang Wang， Jun 

Lighting Design
Sanli WANG 

Graphic Design 
Kai， Jun 

Dramaturgy
Jun， Kai 

Costume and Direction Advice
Ruby Antonowicz-Behnan 

Director
Itching Tian

Tech Support 
DouDou

Photography
Justin Atkins，Ningning Zhang 




1.
 “I don’t know how to tell this . . . this story . . . because I’m telling it ex-post. The arrow, for instance . . . The arrow, for instance . . . The arrow, at that time, at supper, was no more important than Leon’s chess, or the newspaper, or tea, everything—equally important, everything—was contributing to a given moment, a kind of consonance, the buzzing of a swarm”


2.
 “ But today, ex-post, I know it was the arrow that was the most important, so in telling this I move it to the forefront, from a myriad of undifferentiated facts I extract the configuration of the future. But how can one describe something except ex-post?

Can nothing be ever truly expressed, rendered in its anonymous becoming, can no one ever render the babbling of the nascent
moment, how is it that, born out of chaos, we can never encounter it again, no sooner do we look than order . . . and form . . . are born under our very eyes? No matter. Never mind.”

3.
 “All this within time that was reverberating like a gong, filled to the brim, cascade, vortex, swarm, cloud, the Milky Way, dust, sounds, events, this and that, etc., etc., etc. . . . Such a trifle on the very boundary of chance and non-chance, what can one know, maybe yes, maybe no, her hand has moved, maybe intentionally, or maybe half-intentionally, half-unintentionally, fifty, fifty. Roly-Poly removes a lid, Fuks tugs at his cuff . . .”


--Cosmos 1965 by Witold Gombrowicz

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