L'après-midi d'un foehn Version 1
Event
What is the life expectancy of a plastic bag from crude polyethylene until it is thrown away? For how long is it actually in used? Not long at all, compared to the length of time it will then stray across the planet, blown and buffeted by the wind. It is then that its real life begins, its autonomous life. Little anonymous plastic bag among the countless little plastic bags on its way to a rot-proof eternity. Let's hope there is a strong wind to help it overcome any obstacles, to carry it across oceans and mountains, to find new possibilities and try out different lives. What if we humans were so firmly anchored to the ground, what if we too could escape the pull of gravity and fly with the wind, free at last, carried by the arbitrary waltz of the air? What if we were unconsciously feeding our thirst to discover unknown territories, to fight uncertain battles to make each of our members part of us, autonomous and uncontrollable. Upright or upside down, free up those hands, be the object of all motion and movement. Just a sound and the air’s caress. This performance piece uses a simple turbine in order to create a whirlwind. The little plastic bags’ characters draw trajectories in space, responding to the movement of the air, which, in turn, is controlled by the protagonist. – Phia Menard
