Broadway musicals and internet pornography, Stanislavsky and mirages, metropolitan area and garden gnomes, fireworks and Telenovela, democracy and garden plots, organic veggies and child labour, political correctness, parents held liable for their children, shopping centres, Banana Republic and Bible Belt, FIFA World Cup™…

The idyll is an idea. A virtual ideal image. There are large and small types of idyll, images both little and large. But idyll can have both positive and negative associations. Idyll might be the true, joyful original state that we want back, or it might be the cheap instant-idyll that we brew when we get the craving. We hide from the abysses of reality under our blankie, we make it cozy. The varnish might peel but we’ll never run out of paint. The cracks between us are cemented over with a concoction of meaningless words.

Theatre, as a tool for revelation, can expose the idyll as a distorted picture of reality. Theatre can pursue for a new kind of idyll. Is there an idyll beyond kitsch and nostalgia? Would we be able to cope with the idyll at all if it were to become reality?