4:4O p.m., Le Générateur, Gentilly. Certain art works constitute us. They are founders and are part of our history, but also have mixed with the very matter of our bodies, at the cellular level. Chopin’s Nocturnes are one of those for me, notably n ° 1, 19 and 20 as well as a few waltzes. I have been composing myself with these notes from a childhood. The Nocturnes are linked to my life and to dance, but also to everything that takes off without finding words. No.1 nocturnal has long reminded me of a moth trapped in light. Today, it is a familiar friend with whom you don’t have to talk to understand each other. Dancing at the Générateur, in the space where Bernard Bousquet, artist in residence, cleans his equipment. The ground is soaked and the tarpaulin slippery. When I chose this cramped and inconvenient place to dance, I don’t know why, I said to myself: “Here… we absolutely need Nocturne n ° 1”. Perhaps to bridge the gap between two seemingly irreconcilable points of time … a time when, at 11, in a sky blue leotard, pulled bun, at the barre of a conservatory dance hall, ballet was my religion. 

“Religare” the ethymology is: to relate, to relate to others, to the world. Today, dance is my vector of connection.