ce qu’il reste à faire et là où nous en sommes
Wooden slats on either side of the stage, a list of words broadcast and a microphone for the singing voice: these are the tools that Jeanne Brouaye surrounds herself with to give substance to a landscape-house, a sort of shelter where the imagination unfolds. From everyday gestures – assembling, hoisting, tying – she composes a world made of almost nothing, a playground in short, where a memorial ritual and the path to another future are attempted.




