“Killing a kid would be an easy target… Only put that in if we’re lacking in emotional clinchers”
Enter the surreal subconscious of Malcolm Kinear, an artist of some description with a ridiculously absurd outlook on life. Malcolm knows that you are just figments of his imagination but he has imagined you willingly. You are his playthings, his way of placing himself at the centre of the world in a play that blurs the line between fact and fiction and makes you laugh at things you know you certainly shouldn’t be laughing at.
In true Belt Up fashion, every performance of Atrium will rest on the wills of those who come to see it…
“spectators ditch their traditional passivity and become a dynamic part of the action” The Scotsman