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Dead lights on the main show off noodles and lines drawn in a Java 3D program. Off the lip of the stage is the console operator, a George Khut. Connected via a chest strap to the laptop, the man breathes in and out to quiet suggestions such as "take sips of air" and "breathe in hard." Swimming in and out and out and in, the lines represent the constrictions and relaxations of the diaphragm, as best as they can relay the information. A relaxing visual feast of nothing, the start of the Song Company's production of Drawing Breath is enough to knock out those eager for a nap.
Watching on for five minutes or more, the gasping and wheezing of an iron lung rides over the speakers. Nobody is certain of the greater con or if indeed there really is a person backstage breathing weakly on a deathbed straight into a microphone. Slight as the delivery is, the purely mechanical sound of undertones and gasps comes direct from the chest device.
Rest of the review of Drawing Breath - The Song Company - Sydney Conservatorium of Music - 25/08/05
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