The Trajets de Vie are offered to you on public benches. It isnât a show but an invitation to be taken up to observe the dance of these people, alone on their bench, exposed, aware of the coming and going. Their dance is the expression of their story, their wait, of these moments suspended in the pulsating rhythm of the town. You will find the very same people and then others at the end of the day in a public area. Solitary walks, the never-ending and anonymous crossing of citizens who come together, wander away or meet as one body. The ruptures, shocks, embraces and surges will bring that sensitive crowd to a fragile balance, reactive and vibrating, hostile and friendlyâŠ some Trajets de Ville.
Â« Trajets de Vie : on benches, or all around, in the middle of the passage of the pedestrians, the cars, the buses, four solitudes sketch a sometimes acrobatic gesticulation, sometimes at the edge of the invisible : poetic gasps where the crackling of a radio will go out of a basket, where sheets of newspapers will stick on the face as a braggartâs mask, where colored capsules of bottle scatter as a rain of childhood.
Trajets de Ville constitutes the other hillside. A hostility charges the atmosphere. An immense inhuman space widens in this crowd where the men, the women, cross themselves without seeing each other, by ignoring. Worse still : they crowd, collide, assault, either the love bursts. Duets come out hardly : fragments of a virile fight or a friendship, a sensualism and a rivalry mixed in a tango souvenir ? This is the opposite of all for which we could expect from a contemporary show (nothing of hightech, any video, just this old rock tone, and these old bodies which are ours, close to the deterioration), but who so speak to us about what we are today. Â»