IT IS TO BE SAID…

Today we are experiencing a vast listening crisis. Screens, social networks, virtual groups have become mass multipliers of parallel realities that sequester communication in a web of fake news and rhetorical twists of political, historical and scientific discourses: extremist speeches where the language is trapped and the debate emptied of its very substance. Such a situation makes us wonder about the effectiveness and even reliability of the language tools we have at our disposal. The question of communicability then emerges as a problem to be resolved… or at least deconstructed. That is to say, through the crossed languages ​​of dance, theater, and music, we sought to denounce the dysfunctions and limits of our daily language (what makes a language a language and what, in language, traps this same language?). In other words, it is about exploring the fallibility of language as a potential source of new languages. Put in crisis words (and signs) to learn alternative ways of communicating.

The act of saying (even without words) invites us to keep active a secret that is forever indecipherable but which, replaying constantly its primordial and perpetual failure, always seeks an address, an otherness in whom, despite everything, it hopes to find an echo, a (re)call, a translation. This urgent need for recognition and reciprocity in the vertigo of “saying” (or telling) puts this same “saying” in constant danger since once shared – that means out of the self – it is confronted with the unpredictability of the encounter with the other. Therefore, the secret is constantly kept since it is the very guarantor of the maintenance of the relations within the community. Because saying is a way of trying (unsuccessfully) to translate ourselves to the world, and also a way for us to understand – through a complex web of oppositions and crossed affects – this same world, within we exist surrounded by equals but completely alone in our untranslatable difference. And it is precisely this impossibility of translating ourselves to the other that we must experience intensely, radicalize and celebrate as the only certainty in the inevitable uncertainty of saying. This certainty is the only thing that we can share with each other: the certainty of uncertainty.

We came together to create a work whose base is made of our differences, frictions and misunderstandings which are woven into counterpoints, polyphonies, wefts of threads stitched and unstitched in time and space.