Wave 03

In a flow of becalmed movements, the strangely adolescent and twin bodies of the dancers extricate themselves, emerge and strain towards a precarious vertical. They hurl insults at each other and tell a story that exists between them.

A time of contemplation in front of two virtual panoramas, in which a continuum of actions, abandons, comings and goings, create the landscape. In a flow of becalmed movements, the strangely adolescent and twin bodies of the dancers extricate themselves, emerge and strain towards a precarious vertical. They hurl insults at each other and tell a story that exists between them. Panning:  they make a scene, spread out, sway, pushed or gathered by a pneumatic impulse of changing and unusual tonalities, and sometimes crash and fail.  This is rock. In the image of the wave…It is a polyphonic suite of surge and undertow, a process of repetition, inquiry and alteration, a time when it might be possible to experience “us”. “Wave 03” is also a fiction, a scenario freely interpreted and rewritten in dance, video and music. It is an immersion in a plastic system which is inventing different ritual. 

Source: Centre Chorégraphique National du Havre Haute-Normandie

“They made desperate efforts to pull back together, the better to show their differences. Only in a spirit of contradiction did they cynically believe that they could find each other. They didn’t speak to each other. They observed. Maybe   they sent messages, grimaced enigmas addressed to each other from afar. Witnesses who believed them to be brother and sister sometimes acted as mediators. That added a piquancy, and incomprehension. One day, when it was very windy, he challenged her to a race over slippery ground along the seashore. She didn’t want to. She didn’t like the waves as their violent undertow brought back terrible memories for her. But nevertheless, she accepted. Midway through the race, she fell. He didn’t laugh, didn’t crow his victory. He took the defeat upon himself; he didn’t want to lose her. He helped her up, feigned a fall and lay there on the wet ground. She watched him do it, then, in turn, helped him up. They said nothing. They shared just a vague certainty that this was what had to happen to them in the end. After all, the elements would soon see to it that they were separated.”

Source: Hervé Robbe