How sweet it is to be at home!

Shielded from prying eyes, from rumours, from noise and chaos, from catastrophe. Tending to one’s small routines, safely removed from danger, as if nothing were happening.

The domestic cocoon remains, for homebodies, the last refuge of utopia. It is shaped in our own image, according to our needs and desires. A few plants, in place of a garden; lighting designed to recreate natural daylight; sometimes even an aquarium with a few fish — all of it composing our domestic landscapes.

With ABRI or The Homebodies of the Apocalypse, Le Comité des fêtes seeks to enclose its characters within a sealed environment. Using the pretext of an end of the world, and drawing on a sensational, apocalyptic context, the work explores a small tribe forced to live together in a confined space. What remains, then, of their habits, their quirks, their concerns? And how might they reinvent a sensitive reading of their everyday lives and of this territory, where time itself seems suspended by the finitude of their world?