for two solists
Why ‘A Corps’ ? Because physicality is ‘back’ in theatre. Forgotten for a time, as it was, by a theatre that didn’t have time for embodying its ‘feelings’. “A Corps”, body of a juggler, dancer, poet, not there simply to make the cascading balls entertain, but to be part of the entertainment, with them. Body of a musician, thinker, dreamer, who seems at every moment to be exploring his instruments as if unknown to him. And the seductive sounds he makes, concrete, urban, his music that speaks softly, responds to the impulsive, amorous ball.
Juggler and musician wander the stage, pace out their world, with their familiar travelling companions, ball, guitar, music and gesture, in a powerful slow dance, where even fleetingness is serene. Mesmeric moments of swift, light movement when suddenly you’re not following the objects, only the paths they make, those moments of beauty when bodies work in perfect but unpremeditated synergy, rather, meditative.
In another age this performance could be called a nocturne, a night raga. Imagine a cliff next to the sea, the sunset fading, the moon rising, far out to sea a boat advances slowly, slowly…, a gull passes, flowing and fast, skimming the waves, and the feeling, warm yet overwhelming, of nostalgia at the moment of its birth.
“A Corps” is that moment, a moment that passes with a wave of the hand and that no one can take away because it lives inside you. Michel Thion>> Details
