A Trip Around My Navel
“A solo piece about loneliness and isolation, an invisible and embarrassing evil that gnaws at a society in the throes of change in terms of technical communication tools. Loneliness due to difference, fear of difference, precariousness, to social status, the inequality of right, to the geographical location, a desired or imposed solitude.”
Julie Iasoria begins lying down. Is she dead? Drunk? Fainted? Sick? This is how her piece begins. A bridal veil, paper boats, red bottles strew the ground. The dance is compact, fast, intense. Yet she finds a lightness of gesture, moments of breathing and slowness ... In her calm moments a strange poetry emerges. Julie Iasoria manages to create a whole universe, at once dreamlike and poetic, intense and dark. This dance piece manages to touch by invoking the kingdom of childhood. An invitation to find our child's soul so as not to lose us?
“The last picture is terrible,” writes Julie Iasiora, “probably the risk that awaits us, if we continue this senseless egoistic and self-centred life.”
This performance involves high volume and very high tones. As props, red liquid is used.
Choreography and performance: Julie Iarisoa
External View: Patrick Acogny
Music: Benoit Mardelle, Bruno Lasnier