It began, as many artistic revelations do, with a walk through a city that refuses to stand still. In an Athens farmers' market, Noemi Vasileiadou found not just commerce but choreography: a daily ritual staged in open air, where voices rise like improvisation and bodies lean into exchange as if it were both necessity and performance.
Traders call out prices over piles of fruit. Sellers joke and argue. Customers hesitate and negotiate. The street becomes a living script that rewrites itself each morning. "This is more theater than theater," she recalls. And then, almost immediately, a second thought followed: this fragile social performance is already under threat.
Sellers confirmed it without hesitation. What exists now, they said, will not last. The market, like so many public forms of life, is being slowly tightened, regulated, and pushed toward disappearance. What remains is already "the last little bit".
From this sense of erosion came the first image of the theatrical production, Pitted Prunes.