Au bois dormant, fantaisie pour unebelle qui sommeille

It is not enough to say that we see less well at night; we must understand why darkness invites us to look (and feel) differently. Michaël Foessel We constantly have to prove what we are capable of. Success is a test from which we must emerge victorious: we must succeed in order to grow. Yet in Sleeping Beauty, the young heroine becomes a woman… while sleeping. Sleeping in order to become. Her achievement will be to wait, even for a hundred years! Everyone knows Sleeping Beauty, but no one truly remembers it; everyone gets lost among the different versions of the story, confusing the details and erasing the issues… It is in these interstices of forgetfulness that the show digs, composing with these remnants. Memory fails us, and the show is like a wandering among the remains of the tale. What remains of the story when it is not told? What emerges from the tale when it falls silent?