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Just finished a “passage du temps” for the birthday off a great flying man. I burned each single day of his life. One dot per day, counting the bisextil years, the important moments I was told and the one the drawing revealed. Here, the notebook where I carefully took note of the time going and the thoughts that came through during this journey. A week ago he received the art piece and the notebook.#wip#art #pyrogravure #passages

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Made furious by the wind and the currents, I swell myself up, scare myself by my power. Out of breath, I exhale, fanning out my tornado-torments unfurling over the lands which run and flee from me. I drown them. Coming and going, forgetful of my passages, incessantly taking back the same nourishing and erosive torment, the stones witness to my comings and goings, pouring myself out and withdrawing myself, serenely and violently. #passages #psalm#scanner #sculptureScanner Bassin 2015

Yama – 4 – What is possible -

I come back from Israel where we had our first rehearsal on stage. For the sake of the show’s magic, I won’t tell you (yet) the world we are building, but I will share the magic of creation. How an idea, a drawing, combined intuitions and a lot of trust, led us.
I won’t come back to the doubts, only on the infinite guiding little voices. The fleeting images emerging from long conversations with Noa and her sister and co-choregraph, Rina, the pages of my notebook recording their translation in ideas. Those pages we turn back when the ideas come back again and again without being eliminated. Last week when I arrived at the village, all the settings I had imagined where still considered, everything was possible, nothing certain. More…

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In my new adventure with @vertigodancecompany, I am exploring the power of time, life, waters empowering nourrishing and endangering in one big wave. I have felt in my bones the vertigo of the possible melted with the unknown. #Yama (#waters), the piece I am designing the stage for, will be shown February 4th for the first time at #suzannedellalcentre in #telaviv.

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If we had the fantasy that the others or the Other, were the ones, the One to save our souls, give a meaning to our lives, we shall now, more than ever consider being in charge . Fight, love, understand, abandon ? @arnesvenson pictures mirror it. In is own contemporary way as the old dutch masters use to do it. #inspiration#americanphotography #juliesaulgallery

Yama – 3 – From doubts to creation -

In my last post I have left you, I know, in doubt. You wondered about my spirit, sure that the story I was telling could only have a happy ending. You were wrong and you were right.
Wrong because, as I was writing to you, I had already recognized on my way all those people, those hands, I usually don’t see, don’t grab, fearing to lose myself. This very new path, the staging one, is the collaboration and a sharing one. Being helped is no more to disappear. Muriel, Alexi, JeanF, Cathy, Tisa, Camille and all these who since months lent me their knowledge, their words, their time, and all of you who give me back your love, are making of this project a story of life and wisdom. As I was writing to you last time, doubt had already created in me new welcoming spaces. More…

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I love the #macmontreal, for his vision of art asking unconventional questions. But #DanaShutz got me with her beautiful naive and yet completed painting in joyful colors (sometimes remind of the #DouanierRousseau). When a close look to dragged you to a nevrotic pessimistic and destressed world. Far from the unpersonnal pieces you see sometime, there is a soul being the brush, even if it is a disturbing one. #SelfEaters #art #painting #museum #feminity

Yama – 2 – Tensions and abandonment -

I left, vaillant and flickering, warrior and anxious, full of who I think I am (an artist), empty of what I can. After a summer of paralyzing doubts, where each idea smashed against the wall of possibles, I finally presented to Noa a project we were working on. Made out of moving red gauzes, I was coming to Israel to confront the project to the stage and and the danse reality.

It was a destination of abandon. Abandon from the known and abandon to the unknown. The gauzes haven’t subjugated the stage, their layers giving complexity to what was supposed to be simplified. Rina, Noa’s choreographic interpreter and sister, was asking me to create a frame for the dancers. I didn’t understand. More…

Yama – 1 – Seeding utopias -

Here I am again, full of this silent summer months boiling, ready for the harvest and sharing. The spring seedings have germinated. I am about to go back on the dancing soils. Noa have asked me to create the setting of her new piece : Yama.It is about symbolic waters : feminine and masculine, all matters that question me since a long time. However this request put me out of focus. Unreadable and indelible lines, has been written within me, splitting the times, where I thought I was and where I am going, what I believe of who I am, unable to catch the before and the after, the top and the bottom, the real and the rest. More…

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Today, Saturday May  21st. I took with me,  my mother in sound, left  the nest overlooking the number 7 of Rotschild road in Tel Aviv, the silent dance under the threads and the shadows between Noa, Tali, Rina and my trees. I knew a  new notebook was to be open. And here I am back into the Vertigo Art eco village. This story I will share with you but later.  #vertigodancecompany #institutfrancais #phylosophy #lignesdevie #nest #nid #journal #dance

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Friday May 19th When comes the moment to end, arrives a women in a hurry, she has been told the sound piece would be on display all the night, she is disappointed. I had started to wind the cables, to fold and tidy up. I stop, install her in the half-light of the nest, she bows to cross the rainfall of red strings and feathers, sits in the armchair, puts the headphones over her ears and leaves in herself. I prepare my bags, cut white threads of the nest to become, they are so mixed up that they make an other possible nest on the floor, I line up the installation that will remain in the media library a least until its the opening, June 30th.More than 40 minutes have passed. The women was somewhere else, she raises her eyes on me and asks : Is it finish, maybe have I just heard a passage again. She stands up with regrets as it seems, can she take some cards here on the tree of words ? The ones she picks by chance are about traces and memory, it is  precisely her questioning. She says she is lucky to be able to finish her night of philosophy on those questions and possible windows, she leaves but stays within her. #vertigodancecompany #phylosophy #institutfrancais #nid #nest #lignesdevie

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Wednesday May 27th 19:21. I not only start from the end, but it is it or almost. Darkness falls, the threads are deployed, feathers perched upon the red nest, the word tree found its place, the time flowed as if he was prepared since a long time to put together doubts and intuitions. #vertigodancecompany #lignesdevie #nest #nid #israel

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The pressure is increasing, my dreams have a taste of uncompleted, restless crowds in front sprouts of pieces of art. I wake up in the emergency of what remains in my hands before the installation, . I will get out the cocoon, chrysalis not yet butterfly. i inhale, I exhale, Ilet the time get into me to start this new day. #lignesdevie #vertigodancecompany #dream

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Sunday May 24th The possibility of a nest, each twig, tied with white thread, still attached to the branch. It will be enough for a bird to attache them together to make his shelter of it . White is the one under which we will not stand. A nest to become, like a story already written, If you happen to come upon a bird’s nest along the way…It should have been a bird. It should have been the void before, the will ou the necessity to procreate, it should have been the destiny. That grees leads one’s steps, that some lightness, almost frivolity to end up in carnage. A mother who was never the egg neither the young on the way of one that now crosses her, now or yesterday. Maybe it will be her third nest destroyed and no posterity may remain to prolong the days of the distract passerby. To be a mother and be safe to procreate again and again, be passerby, rambler and pretend to be God. To be a mother, to have one, is it a concept or a reality ? Their presence, their absence aren’t they creating us as God’s do ? #lignesdevie #phylosophy #vertigodancecompany #pardon #forgivness #destinee #destiny #nest #nid

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Saturday May 23rd I am in an utopic world where love and children are reigning. Yesterday Adi took me in a tour of is father and valley habitant, at the school fair and at Dana’s who sells her delicious bread in a trailer in her garden. The school, they, artists, writers, new cultivators, created it to give their children an education that look like them, open and creative. Dana, her, concentrates in her garden what she wishes for the world. The trees are dressed with colorful crochet coats, the best musicians come here to improvise together, the one who comes beat on the table and invent himself percussionist. Children are coming back from the school fair with flowers crowns on their heads. Even the dog seems to jump out from our imagination with his eyes circled in black and white. The place is so thrilling I would like to be drawn in it. #lignesdevie #vertigodancecompany #utopia #israel #love

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Friday May 22nd This morning meaning, earlier, I thought that Israel is the land of exil, of all exils, imaginaries and real. The promise land. The inner mother to conquer. And it could not be by chance if I am building a nest to be to present the sound piece I called “A ma mère” ( to my mother), when she is never mentioned in it. #lignesdevie #vertigodancecompany #mere #mother #nest #nid #israel #exil

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Thursday May 21st The first thing that surprises me in the morning are the smells buried deep in me since my childhood, or maybe even more ancient times. Scents of rosemary and sun, with names of colors, not in latin. If I could, It would be them I would write here : what they do to my heart, how they escort me. So much softness. A reunion. #lignesdevie #vertigodancecompany

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Wednesday May 20th And there was evening, and there was morning – the fourth day. And God said, “Let the water teem with living creatures, and let birds fly above the earth across the vault of the sky.”. To live within oneself and outside, to be fruitful and increase. My inner images, my necessities, my fear, the outer realities, what remains to be done, what will not. How to let go the unknown for it to happen ?

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Tuesday May 19th I record lines and curls of word. From a day to an other they mix up and melt. For the moment 2 lines not knowing if they will be readable. A day after an other, each one unique, in our memory at night, added to the year pile. Year in memory, just before the new one, added to a life pile. Also some words surface, unique moments, forger of our histories, symbols of what created them. When there is nothing yet, invented traces, There is space. #lignesdevie #vertigodancecompany #journal

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Monday May 18th As Noa’s step danse are created, in silence, budding choreography, glare of our common worlds. A necessity called by an intuition, little stones thrown here and there and a meaning, a context emerge, she adorns with music, I with words. She is part of my own kind. #vertigodancecompany @vertigodance

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For the next few days, I share with you my recent experience. Sunday May 17th Welcomed by those I don’t know yet. Tenderly, gently not to rush what will be, we started to danse around who we were, each of us covering part of the distance of what will be. #lignesdevie @vertigodance #vertigodancecompany

Vertigo – 8 – 12th day and a little bit after -

Friday May 29th 1:00 in the morning.
The night is slowly soothing, the philosophers succeeded one another in time and space, from lectures to individual. The french institute media library as been my shelter, the nest the listeners’s. In the time of a round danse, between two conferences, in lines, quietly they waited for their turn. Merav, Noa, Tali et Rina danced in silence under the threads and the shadows, others tripped over them. The inner blindness of some, made the branches invisible, others ignored them, or fiercely got mixed up. There was also the dreams, mediations and a few snoring. Each one created its singular experience, the questions emerged from the depths or the music for those for whom the words didn’t call back anything familiar. More…

Vertigo – 7 – Day 9, 10 and 11 -

Monday May 25th 8:03. The pressure is increasing, my dreams have a taste of uncompleted, restless crowds in front sprouts of pieces of art. I wake up in the emergency of what remains in my hands before the installation, tomorrow at the french institute in Tel Aviv. There are numerous hazards, the branches shall accept to be wrapped, unwrapped, de-tied, retied, the threads freed from their small cellophane envelops, the real nest to be created where it will shelter the listeners. A branch will improvise itself tree of words, it will carry 8 of them, it will have to find where to put down roots. i will have, too, to find a place to write this journal, that will welcome it and show it at hits advantage. There will be new people who to talk to, places to tam, and get organized. I will get out the cocoon, chrysalis not yet butterfly. i inhale, I exhale, I let the time get into me to start this new day. 

IMG 3351Tuesday May 26th 15:09. I started the day upside down, in the diary. I could have whirl, or write in mirror, in stairs, with curls or even in red, but I preferred turn over the note book and try to reach the other side, the one of the already passed days, protected in the Vertigo eco-village. It is strange to notice how fast I make my nest, or is it the change that gives the known appearance of a cocoon ? Precisely since this morning, in Tel Aviv, at the French institute, I try to create one for the listener of the sound “A ma mere” to meditate under. Those who don’t speak french will will be dive in their unknown, the others in the echo. Quietly the branches have find their place on the bookcase, on one side the one tied in white behind which books don’t give themselves but have to be earned. On the other side the armchairs under branches tied with red threads. It will be ready on Thursday from 6pm. Now my words joined those from the previous days, I am in a danse which would talk about oceans, lines against lines like this re-creation of what was in germ in the studio. A big movement. More…

Vertigo – 6 – Day 7 and 8 -

Saturday May 23rd 8:53. Here everything is quiet. I usually own the place, I am almost the only one to work in this henhouse converted in a workshop. There is Danny and his children who builded and are maintaining the village and Orit the cook, preparing food for the people who came for the chavouot festival (commemoration of the gift of the Torah to Moise). I say that everything is quiet because there is no more noise than usually when there are tents standing everywhere and a lot of children.

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