Wave 02

Recorded at the CND 9 February 2012

A lover of concepts, yet voluptuous in the way he approaches the body, Hervé Robbe endorses the all that is delicate, sensitive and illustrates his keen sense of space. In this duo, his incisive, sculptured gestures invite the public to enter an intimate and improbable tale.

“They were desperately attempting to be alike, so that they could affirm their differences even more. It was only out of rebellion that they cynically imagined being able to come together. They didn’t speak. They observed. Perhaps they sent messages to each other, contorted enigmas that they transmitted from a distance. Onlookers, who believed they were sister and brother, occasionally used them as go-betweens. That added a bit of spice, and incomprehension. One day, when the wind was blowing intensely, he issued her with a challenge, a race on slippery ground facing the sea. But she didn’t want to. She didn’t like the waves which, with their violent surf, reminded her of terrible memories. Yet she accepted even so. In the middle of the race, she fell. He didn’t laugh or cry ‘victory’. He took the defeat upon himself, he didn’t want to lose her. He helped her to her feet, feigned a fall and lay down on the damp ground. She watched him do it, then in turn helped him back to his feet. They didn’t say a word. They just shared a vague certainty that, in the end, this was what was supposed to happen to them. After all, the elements would take charge of separating them rather sooner than later. »

Hervé Robbe

Updating: 2012