Overvaluing the razzle-dazzle to the extreme, these three acrobats approach the exhibition of their bodies and movements with an exaggerated coldness. They are connected within their expertise and their adoration for special effects. This harmony is broken by a deep irony that articulates them in a stochastic performance, while the acrobats become contradictorily, albeit meticulously conscious about the randomness of their actions.

The effects are devoid of their meanings, of their will to surprise, without losing their convulsive impact on you, attendant witnesses of this immense imbecility.

The performers dedicate themselves to the live production o f duchampesque sound and visual effects to accompany their body contortions, believe it or not, while they deny the actual existence of Duchamp. They rather assert that he has been dead since 1968.

Their stunts are ready-made, not surprising due to their obvious prowess, but due to a banal and immediate confusion they create in you, the perchance disgusted, if not simply dazed spectators, participants in this experience which is probably more amusing for the actresses than for you.

Randomness turns into program, the antinomy of being and pretending is registered in their aesthetics and the appearance is cruelly merged with reality. Aghast shivers in your brains and intended incomprehension are inevitable reactions seeing this act that never hides anything, that presents itself so parodistic that it becomes serious.

The performers deny any responsibility for stomach ache caused by unexpected and uncontrollable roars of laughter and, in case of persistent perturbation, they advise to consult your doctor or therapist...

30 min, Creation 2024

Indoor | Outdoor