Dans Ma Piscine

Dans ma piscine is circus poetry, an ode to the loss of gravity. Water upends traditional circus performance fare, such as the proverbial juggling act, herein transformed into fishing for bobbling orbs, and reverse falling, where the classic slip of the clown becomes resistance to the relentless pull of the surface to rise. Comedy meets currents. Bright red balls and ballon animals are set dancing to funky music.

Water metamorphosizes the performance space into an otherworldly environment, invoking a hiatus from the laws of physics in the space occupied by the land-locked audience. The invisible becomes visible, as air is given shape in the form of bubble rings and allowed to take on a wobbly life of its own.

Time has switched to slow motion, as if the circus act were a recording, replayed at halfspeed. Breathing is suspended. Everything is in constant revolution (feet and hands juggle objects interchangeably). Attention is arrested by the tiniest of details, such as miniature air bubbles ever so slowly escaping and floating their way to the top. Objects fall lifeless to the bottom before being revived by the breath of life breathed back into them by the performer.

Water’s properties are given full expression: weight and weightlessness, waves, wonder.      – A. Street