There
is a note.
There is a step.
There is a woman who is moving forward.
As she is lifted by the music she is passing a major turning
point.
Where she is coming from and where she is goingare sentences
left in abeyance.
Step
by step, in this casual café filled with solitudes,
she is giving shape to her desires,
her doubts and her extravagances.
For a sad thought moment
she is dancing a solitary tango
in which the other is a pretext, a desire…
Then
the madness is racing,
the heart is quickening,
we are crossing a new stage,
we are taking off from the inside…
And
the violin becomes an orchestra
About
the show
A
woman invites herself at a café table.
We
do not know much about her if only a few objects in a suitcase
and this profound feeling of solitude without either a beginning
or an end.
She
invents herself stories. Under her fingers and in her eyes
the objects come to life and invent the man, the companion
long enough for a dance and for an encounter.
But
the woman is friable. Her dream decomposes and puts itself
together again continually
Between
illusion and reality, she is taking us on the brink of her
madness with a disconcerting fluency and happy nature.
The
energy of the quest radiates from her. It is sometimes gentle
and sometimes painful. Sometimes vibrant with emotion and
terrible at other times…
There is an energy that is soaring in stages. It is taking
us on a trip somewhere, inside of ourselves.
Hélène
Doussot
The
place:
The
choice of the station café is not trivial.
A
station is a transit place. It is a place in brackets that
only exists because of the origin and the destination of
the traveller. It is a place where one thinks of oneself
in the future or in the past but it has no actual reality.
It is a place that does not exist.
The
café is the place for social interaction and from
then on may become a place for absolute solitude when nobody
accompanies you.
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