The country sleeps. The country dreams. Bodies surrender to sleep. Bodies, naked or dressed, alone, in couples or in groups, descend into the sleep that arises from fatigue, delight, depression, rejection, or the culmination of an acute intensity that wishes to build or destroy.
The performance of The Sleepers brings Whitman’s words together with the sounds and images of today’s Greece, inviting us to look at those who are sleeping in their beds in a country in a period of intensity and after the intensity has passed, bending with open eyes over the shut eyes of sleepers. The idea is simple: if you open your eyes to the person in front of you, then their dreams will become yours. We are all, more or less, one being.