PRODUCTIONS

Ideas rain down on the permeable roof of the quirky laboratory of the Aphonic Greyhound, where the creative process breathes and art resembles the synapse of a sigh, where turning points refuse to relax, questions love to do handstands, and monsters enjoy tap dancing...

Goldsmiths of detail, yes ... Self-taught lunatics, maybe ... Meticulous accrats, Dadaist hieroglyphs, okay ... Punk ruminants and hyperactive amoebas, maybe ... But let's be clear ... We are repentant philanthropists first and foremost ... Topographers of the sewers ... Leeches of the unfathomable ...