The Amsterdam Storytelling Festival: Billy Mullaney in Amsterdam
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stories of being haunted by four generations of family history In A True(?) Ghost(?) Story(?) Billy shares stories and relics passed down from his mother’s mother’s mother–perhaps even from beyond the grave–and digs into how the objects and beliefs we inherit can haunt the way we live in and see the world. Grappling with the politics and poetics of belief and skepticism, AT(?)G(?)S(?) approaches these tales of profound revelation and unbelievable coincidence from the shaky perspective of a theater artist–for whom material truth or proof are rarely necessary to “make belief” – when evidence and undeniable synchrony emerge in physical reality. Plus there’s a super cute picture of Billy as a baby. [kop3]Bio[/kop3] Billy Mullaney (US) is an Amsterdam-based artist working with devised theater, performance art, and choreography. New to storytelling, his work typically plays with the mode of spectatorship engendered by forms such as promotional film trailers (The Glory Machine), quantum physics lectures (SEMESTER), or sports fandom (The Agony and the Ecstasy of American Football as Enthusiastically Explained by Billy Mullaney). Billy is an associate artist of TILT; he is also a lecturer, a mathematics instructor, and an actor. [kop3]About the Amsterdam Storytelling Festival[/kop3] When it gets dark and cold outside, it means one thing: it’s time to gather and warm our hearts with stories. This year, The Amsterdam Storytelling Festival invites you to meet The Seer — not as a fortune teller, but as a listener of truth. Blind to appearances and distractions, The Seer notices what others overlook, seeing what cannot be seen with ordinary eyes. Through performances, talks, and workshops, the festival opens space for stories that dare to explore the uncomfortable, the unseen, and the unknown. From inner worlds to the edges of life and death, from visions to imagination… unspoken truths, looming disasters, secrets behind the masks. The Seer knows. Who dares to listen?