Duration: approximately 40 minutes
Interpretation, Choreography and Direction: Jean Daniel Fricker
Best Performer Award (Premio de Interpretación)
at the Xth Festival Internacional de Teatro y Artes de Calle in Valladolid, Spain 2009
" Barely a thousand years ago I was naked and dumb
I struggle to remember but there’s only emptiness
something, something escapes from it
its scream, its form, upside down its exclamation
nobody has a name nobody has a name
I am but movement and scratches
but be careful, I did not choose there is no choice
it is always the necessity
it imposed itself
posed as a knife planted "
Ph Annalisa Savoca
That’s how I saw you dancing
"It is not enough to undress. We must lay bare.
Get out from ourself straigth away, to collapse in ourself. Twisting and distorting.
Giving birth to ourselves vulgarly, legs apart, and get confused with the unfinished child
squirted out from the legs, like a ball catched at the crossroads of chance, by accident.
Play like at the very beginning, as in myths, born from the mud of Gods, and collapse again.
Repeat the wild creation escaped from the mud. A joyful and ecstatic ceremony, inside oneself
and its broken edges. Between the legs. Shaking as a ghost standing at attention in front of a
ridiculous Death, which is only dialoguing with ancient drums, mythical birds.
Stripping our own skins. Eating our own clothes.
But where have we seen all this ? No doubt long time ago, before we were born.
Jean Daniel Fricker dance at the origin, outside any time. He drifts between the old man and the
just-in-born baby, between the after death and the before birth, remembering nothing but
impulses, and without any future. He dances between chaos and Form, uncertain but blinding.
Organs and members intertwined; from this almost confused contortion, balls are springing up.
Jonglorsion which gives the liberating appearance of an order, as an ephemeral manifestation
soon disappeared in the collapse. Some sacred which could have been and that we anyway are
contemplating, in his fleeting emergence as a nostalgia that we have lost. "
Jean-Noël Pelen (Researcher at CNRS)
