The Boycottables wander through the art district of the capital, without the backing of any institution, organization, or state. Seized by a new desire to act, they settle into the Living Gallery and launch a festival. Charged and eager, they return to questions of eternity, rage and redemption. In the spirit of Noa Eshkol – the high priestess, daughter of the prime minister – they open the event with a performance of the First Suite. Once the metronome falls silent, they let the text of the present hour appear. From the darkness, the artists begin to sound the cries of the postmodern aftermath. The eternity of forms shall overcome the wailings of humankind. Between movement and text, the Boycottables can finally raise a glass: “May the year and its curses come to an end.” They shall dwell in the gallery and remember the place – Terra Sancta. And they shall let their dance call upon the great religions.
