« Laisse le vent du soir décider » (let the evening wind decide), that’s the title of the show. There are three of us, like three parts of a mechanism, and we are looking to build a robust assembly. It’s actually about finding the right fit.
Here, nothing is static but in constant search for balance. Three, it should lead to stability and the opposite is the case. Here we are, caught in the wheel of a chaotic form. We explore the abutments of a body that resists, that does not want to become a machine. The spirit attracted by the elevation, the pure forms which find only raw material and creaking. The need to restore play where movement is blocked. It is in construction, a projection of ourselves, that we will seek to understand ourselves, to tame ourselves. Find logic in an assembly where the degree of freedom is uncertain. The accumulation of contacts produces movement, disorder, joy. It’s not always easy to understand the complexity of a logic saturated with directions. So « laisse le vent du soir décider » sounds like an ideal, an abandonment, a promise of organization without hierarchy, without command. What can be this engine in us, which authorizes this organicity?