It is a story of images. Carefully chosen images, discreet yet decisive. They are mute, blind, and unaware of themselves. They mean nothing, yet they make us speak. It is because they always resemble something — and that is where the displacement occurs. Images always turn out to be different from the way we first read them.

Images emerge from a multitude of others — faint, obsolete, or imaginary. All of them small, polysemic symbols, mysterious allegories that accumulate. This is certainly not a patchwork, but a still life, perhaps even a vanitas. Men do things, have fun, drink juice, and yet they are grotesque, overtaken by what happens to them and inevitably subject to an invisible, superior force. They move through bright, almost synthetic colours. They fear small things while ignoring the larger forces that alienate them. A rather informal vanitas, to be honest, but one it is not particularly pleasant to identify with.

One could see in it a kind of puppet theatre, with archetypal characters doing what they are meant to do. We hear them coming, yet we are always surprised. As if we were suddenly realising that we do not conform to any model. And yet it is a form of observation, a report on the non-existence of such frameworks.
 

Wilhem De Baerdemaeker

Concept
Silvio Palomo

With
Aurélien Dubreuil-Lachaud, Manon Joannotéguy, Léonard Cornevin, Wilhem De Baerdemaeker, Patric Reves, Maxime Renaud, Simon Espalieu

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