Who creates the dance knows who he is talking to? And what is he talking about? And what does it mean?
Being an author means getting your hands dirty with ideas, emotions, real life, winking at your own experiences and personality. You have to cross the border of your ego and carry it on stage, share it with the audience: for this you need awareness. Artists must have the ability to evolve, transform, declare themselves, but without ever removing their past, of which they are healthy carriers.
Showing the aphasia, the confusion between professionalism and amateurism, the staging made of retracted flesh, dusts without ideas, exhibitionism full of empty conceptualism. We stage the mechanism that seizes the artist, eternally taken in the meat grinder of the calls, the deadlines, the audience development, between the courtship of the programmer and the desires of the network.
Instead let us exalt violent deformities, beauty, any kind of artistic expression made with ideas, who dares and who tries to say something.
