Article published after my stay at the comedy festival and the creation of Villars-de-Lans. To my amazement my show "Drunk balance" (at the time the title was "From the other side of the hill") has won the sole prize of the festival to know the price of the public. Hello,
I saw your show before yesterday in Villard de Lans. Magnificent.
It was a journey for me. A journey that will seek its roots, which feeds on the stone, earth energy that vibrated before the sun. A journey that takes you from the depth of origin to the skies and light when the world dissolves into the vastness of space.
In the beginning there was the verb and the verb was vibrating. A cry. Hovering above the waters. A light comes on the scene. A shadow moves. We guess the silhouette of an old wagon. And then, a form draped majestically entered. Woman or man? Be timeless. The shape glides silently. The shape is you. Incarnation of Shiva. Strength and beauty. Movement and silence. A cry still. Your opponents kept in balance.
In the beginning there was you. Your celestial dance. Your hands that carve the stone. Who will dig the depths of Mother Earth. To build cathedrals. To play with the laws of gravity. To challenge balance. You carve the world in your hands. And then you take your country to country, from age to age.
Troubadour medieval pulling his cart. Noble and beautiful samurai who seeks the sword in his way of his Spirit. Acrobatic dancer who plays with a chair to stop time. Because the chair is waiting, immobility. Death maybe. And time flows and flows again. You invited Kali at your side. Formidable mistress, she grants you the grace of his hourglass. Time passes. And yet you, you stop. The grains of sand fall relentlessly, dust of men. And you play some time with their memories. Light rain disappears in a sigh. And then the desire becomes more intense. You're away. You erect the mast. Universal pole once linked the shamans of this world to another. And then the battle begins soft and violent. The dance of love and despair. The desire to reach this peak away. To climb forever. The plight of the Spirit trapped in a body. And there's your body that will assist the Spirit to free himself.
With passion. Violence. you turn around the mast which is lost in the sky. You take, you slide, you again. and finally in a spasm of ecstasy, you touch until you hoist the top ... moments before falling back, and understand that we must find another way. While the origins of wild gusts pour into the room. So we are again at the beginning. Before us, all that remains of the earth a blue nebula that dissolves in the distant past origins. The Howling wind.
A thread.
And be magical, mystical, attempting the crossing. Who tries to cross the bridge between our world and the Gods .. This bridge that swings over the river of forgetfulness. And we spectators dumbfounded, we missed you. Time stopped. Not breathing and all, we are suspended in your body, white blaze rocked by the winds, magnificent ease and lightness, your luminous eyes fixed on the summit, majestic, eternal.
Step by step, you proceed through the storm of life. Step by step, you cross the bridge. This link between us and what we could be.
"Parrat asks Shiva: Why did you create the world?
Shiva replied: Because I wanted to know what it was like to be having forgotten who I am."
On the wire, you bring back to origins. And up there, we breathe for a moment a brief moment of respite and happiness.
But the quest is completed. The Spirit is not yet released. Imprisoned sense, we must still find another way, another way. It should withdraw even further. Inside. Away from noise and light. In the darkness of the being to discover the means of ascent, the path of liberation. Looking this way. And suddenly, after a fight with this chair, you decide to try it. You blindfold. Closed to the deception of sense, Maya in this world, cosmic illusion which veils consciousness, you continue your quest with your own hands. The chairs of immobility become life scale. Evolving in the wide world awaits you, in that you open to us, you drag chairs into the sky. Tower erected unlikely to freedom. A tower that pushes you further into yourself. Farther knowledge. Transcendence. Blind to the illusions of life, you find the vertical balance. And you slip into the air. Your body is no more. Envelope material, drawn up by the Spirit, through the wings of the quest. The desire of knowledge. And there, at the summit, to be exploded. It is, and it is no more. You deliver the ultimate blindness. You sit down. You look at us. Splendid. Air. Celeste. You hold out your hand and you see the fruit of knowledge of self and the world. You
united clusters. The internal and external world. The vertical and horizontal. stone to heaven. and then there is only life, freedom and immense. The balance.
You descend into balance and you dance on earth. You stack plates and rollers challenge all those who still cling to the illusion of appearances. You look at life upside down, legs outstretched into the sky. You play with the world.
You opened our minds and hearts. You are
.
Un
Free.
Pure Spirit.
Bring us yet another side of the hill ...
That's what I experienced the other night and I wanted to write it.
Very sincerely.
Nicole.
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