"I wanted to talk about Art. But I only talk about life." These are the words of Louis Aragon ending his article on "Pierrot le fou" by Jean-Luc Godard. Indeed, Art becomes supreme when it has an effect on one level: from life to life.

Art, in fact, doesn't matter that much. One must often unlearn. What we do or undo on a set: we take shortcuts. Poetic, in love, dating shortcuts, or, as in astrophysics, "wormholes". In French: " trous de ver". Oh, it sounds like "trouvère" (French Poets of the XIIth and XIIIth, editor's note), "troubadour", doesn't it? And "troubadour" is literally the "one who finds". That means - Pierre Guyotat points it out - that in our jobs, we can certainly look a bit, but it is fundamental to find! Love is, after all, the only subject of any performance. Let's pretend that confidence was innate (it is), that recklessness was innate (it is), that we were happy as we are when we are asleep (isn't life a daydream?) or in the land of childhood (doesn't childhood inhabit us as the one and only story of our lives?). Let's pretend we were happinlove (we are), as if we knew how to love, as if we could demonstrate that we know how to love.

Open to all professional lovers, open to dance, singing, texts, films, acrobatics, (body) painting, poems, silent images, romance redefining...

End of workshop presentation for Valentine's Day.

Send me (through CIFAS) a letter of motivation (a few words are enough), a CV and - at least - a beautiful picture. Couples, trios and people who already know each other (because life is so fast, we have to love) are also welcome to apply.