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Let’s not make up a story, because dance tells no stories.
It is difficult to say which choreographic genre La Chamoule belongs to. If it is a story, then it contains no anecdotes. If it is an essay, then it is also narration. If it is made up of variations, then they also form a whole. If it is a tragedy, then it is equally lighthearted – in short, the choreography is neither light comedy nor detective novel ballet – dance continues to be an art of the stage which refuses to be pigeon-holed.
Dance and love could therefore make up a humanity which would study the possibility of creating, nurturing and rubbing shoulders with incomplete, diverse, disparate and unique beings. There could be some potential there in order to resist the cloning of beings, ideas and behaviour.
Claude-Henri Buffard – March 1997
