At the Abandoned Quilt Factory in Brunswick, which was a little less straightforward to get to than I expected. Also, a little cooler.
But pretty awesome space, and particularly suited to the mood of this piece. Whimsy, melancholy, grief, that peculiar relief that comes from knowing where you are, knowing that this is what things are.
The performers are Splatt and Lark. They are both good. Solid with the mime and the puppets. The show plays with the separation between the puppet and the puppeteers, which I particularly loved. Also, between the conceit of the staging and the realism of the relationship.
It also has a fantastic soundtrack. And some vivid imagery.