In which Sarah raves about a theatre piece she saw last night

Vula at Toi Whakaari... Vic and Bex and I, Ange taking tickets at the door. And I really really enjoyed it... breathtakingly beautiful at times, performed on water and concerned with interventions with that element... transformation, puppetry, characterisation. I did feel a tiny bit uncomfortable with the partial reliance on Pacific Island stereotypes - Otherworldly Hauntingness, then jolly village life replete with character being spanked with a broom. Of course, this bit was all in Samoan(?) and I didn't understand a bloody word because I didn't have a copy of the programme, but ne'er mind.

Final rave: watching these four women perform, and so strongly as well. Self aware (their perimeters, physicality, movement) without being self conscious (like so many "contemporary" movement pieces I've seen lately). I'm wondering if this self awareness without self consciousness is the marker purely of TALENT or of EXPERIENCE, or of a combination of the two...