The time has passed to summon the Dose wizard
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The creative misery of trying to be understood at all costs
"Understanding", today for me, it's scrap. Peanuts, nothing, nada, nothing, shit, boredom, yawning as a bonus.
Authors, scriptwriters... please spare me from understanding your stories
SCRAP is a form designed to develop empirically and randomly through layering, fusing, interweaving and collaging through the flow of my production.
The form of these projects openly asks the spectators, if they wish, to weave a carpet of very personal variations in images and sounds, according to their desires, their moods and what they feel in the moment.
SCRAP (name feminin)(Canada)(Anglicism) A thing, object, of little value. Derivative: Scrapbook (scrapbook of newspaper clippings, souvenirs, etc.) Wikitionary
S.C.R.A.P.: System of Creation and Research in Productive Autonomy
S.C.R.A.P.: Sans Cesse Recommencer À Produire
S.C.R.A.P.: Système Cérébral Remnant À Peaufiner
S.C.R.A.P.: Seriously, It's Wrong Now
A performance with a lot of trickery
The show I dream of today is a Pollock-style theatre, where large drips of meaning are projected, superimposed and intertwined in space, like so many drops and spurts of paint on the canvas.
For me, the literal meaning of works has had its day. I no longer want to understand what I see or hear when I am in the presence of living creations.
The abstraction of forms, but also a kind of 'cut-up' of stage events, a random classification of the performer's moods, guide my work.
The Dose Wizard, an attempt to inoculate oneself from understanding anything
Not that I understand everything, but often, without having any special skills, I understand too much.
But I didn't come here for that, but to bury myself in a jumble of mental spaces as if in an inextricable language, the basics of which I finally don't fully understand.
I imagine and believe that I am not the only spectator of my kind.
I am therefore going in search of those who, like me, want to be told no more stories.
There's a system.
And in this system, a mixture of genera and species.
Both are simple collages.
The teeth of one, the chromosome of the other; the vital functions of some, the sexual appetite of others.
No one knows where it came from or when it will end.
These are, however, common questions.
They each have their own meaning.
Almost all issues have a meaning, meanings, embedded in this system and which make this system.
The only question that does not have one is "who am I?
