louise wallwein

Louise Wallwein - Glue


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  • CreditsCommissioned by Z-arts, re-commissioned by hAb for Domestic II. Supported by the Royal Exchange, Z-arts and Contact.
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Tuesday 10 May 7pm & Wednesday 11 May 7pm, 2016
Contact Theatre, Part of Flying Solo Festival

A one-woman show mixing monologue, live art and a sound score Glue tells the true story of Louise Wallwein and her first two meetings with her birth mother, three decades after being put up for adoption. The audience is invited to share a very private first reunion, but also the subsequent more public second meeting.

‘There I was, tipped to be one to watch after doing a show on the wings of an aeroplane a year earlier. 1999, my life was moving in the right direction – a career, a new home and a new girlfriend.’

Louise also grew up in care from the age of nine and shows both her fierce independence and emotional vulnerability alongside each other. Born, transferred, placed, discharged returned…

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