When I was young, my family saw me as very shy, timid and mostly stepping back. With my body as a poetic weapon I sharpen every day, I have learned to express, to tell what unravels me inside, to share my questions and my vision.
People, ideas, trajectories, bodies and perceptions… The others influence what we are, what we do and how we do it. Nothing is set in stone, everything moves and changes. So what is this voice in our heads that sometimes murmurs of foolish ideas, suggests improbable meetings and often shifts our vision to another point of view? Why do our ways cross, minds rubs and bodies warm up? What makes a word a world of wondrous possibilities and can carry us, we and the others, to undreamt-of horizons?
In Miracles I do no not speak of unexplained facts that could be linked to the divine. I speak of dance and the link it has with hat we see, hear and feel. Of dance under influence, as a reaction to other elements. Bodies are connecting, feeling one another, sometimes hurting but eventually creating new spaces to discover. Three dancers and a scenic module explore the question of interdependence, as a means of disruption as well as improvement.
April 28th Espace Paul Jargot — Crolles Miracles 3 dancers on stage — creation. Lorenz When I was young, my family saw me as very shy, timid and mostly stepping back. Then, I started dancing. Bouba Landrille Tchouda.
