Tom Olivier was born sound obsessed. Raised among musicians, his lust for sound and problematic nature manifested very early, combined with interest in literature, visual arts and a lucid sense for everything morbid and deviant. Today he studies musicology and composition on Music Academy in Zagreb, and still persues the lost face of music. A vagrant in the prison of the world, a prison whose walls are decorated with gilded cherubs and the ceiling is a fake sky made of blue velvet, where escape is impossible, he exploits the process of creation as a mean of self mutilation through which he reaches katarsis. His world is an imaginary stage on which the play of life is performed. Everything here is a dream, a reflection in the mirror, stage decor, a pink cloud of powder, prop paper, false jewelry, red lipstick, artificial light, rustling of taffeta, whispering behind the curtain. The casting has already been done. The audience is not going anywhere. The play never ends. Depends on the colors of the sound because he is colorblind. That's all you need to know about him.