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Written by César Díaz Blanco

Geoff Sobelle’s dreamlike play took the Colwell Playhouse audience by surprise. Wood frames and staples started what would become home or a memory of it. The uncoherent scenes at the beginning sparked the curiosity of the viewers, necessary for the rest of the play. Then, the harmony of the life of the residents made us relate to them. Finally, the familiarity with the house made us dwellers.

The show started by introducing the inhabitants of the house, in which coherent space and time didn’t exist. Mere seconds after a man covered himself with a blanket, a kid would appear in his place.

Then, the manner and clothing of the workers would stress the lack of “Home.” However, the mechanical moves of the suited guys rapidly became a harmonious piece. Once the house was finished, a sense of Home started to develop with the daily life of the characters. They were alike in some aspects, either by juggling an apple or washing the dishes.

Yet, their habits diverged as we saw their clothing, their struggles, their joy, among others. We experienced the loneliness of the old lady, in which a radio was her only companion, and her dawns with the birds chirping and the dogs barking.

This is the moment in which I felt the closest to this home. The appearance of the guy on the white suit changed the pace of the play to a moment of reflection. After key moments in the play, he would let the theatergoers think about their own experiences in their homes.

Once, we had connected ourselves to this home through the remembrance of ours, it was time to celebrate.

The addition of a man from the audience made sense after we had seen our lives reflected on the stage, even when we all had different backgrounds.

The inclusiveness of the audience into the play went even further as the Colwell Playhouse became the largest room of the house. Lights hanging from opposite corners and appetizers offered by the kid accomplished a universal feeling of home among the crowd.

After the party, however, the momentum of the house started to slow. Bookshelves, the sink, the stairs, and the bathroom started to fail and what minutes ago was a home for the dozens of people in the party became a cold place signaled by the appearance of the workers.

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