In one instance a body is carried by two pairs of double-jointed legs that finish at the pelvis, sometimes it’s headless, and sometimes a mess of parts that have the hallmarks of a tragedy. On another occasion a body rolls fantastically, in spite of arms that are trying to grasp everything that comes their way. true balls marks the 4th and last of a performative/visual study on the unnamable, unspeakable and uncanny. Through the interweaving of body, voice and language we obsess ourselves with the impossibility of pinning things down. We become playmates that seek bodies and materials that resist a singular categorisation and call out to the unfamiliar and multiple that cannot be adequately conveyed in words alone.