Creations

This garden is the centre of a world, of a town. An empty centre, peaceful, silent, almost sacred, where it remains, however, possible to still hear the resonance of a noisy, inhuman and rich society. This garden is separated from religion, power, money and speech. It is the memorial temple of the body. The necessity to create “Le Jardin du Silence”* had been imperative to me for about 10 years or so, from the time that we came back with the company from a tour in Japan and Vietnam. The discovery of that region of the world , of the culture, of the philosophy, had a profound, lasting and overwhelming effect on my perceptions - to the point where it put in question my conceptions of choreographic language and in particular the ideas I had about movement, placement in space, horizontal, vertical - that I naturally wished to take my work in that direction, as I was absolutely fascinated by this particular way in which spirituality finds to express itself in the actions and gestures of everyday life. Dance does not give an answer to the greater metaphysical questions, but it does at least give us the possibility to transcend the reality, to give the body intuitively to dreams, emotions, memories, to hope for the poetic resurrection of past experiences, that continue to unnerve us deeply in our present lives. What can one write regarding a garden in which one does not speak, where one simply listens to the silence of the other, to share what appears to be essential in this human matter that is the body of a person, his soul and his intelligence ? What can one hope to create from these many lonely situations that unite at the bend of a destiny, that know how to play with certainties? What can one ask of everyday life, which can sometimes appear to be so poor, if one does not make the effort to believe in the artist and to call on ourselves its treasures ? We have already walked in this garden, the dancers and myself, not for very long it is true, but it has strengthened our identity. It is why I wished, seven years after this first confidential experience, to repace again in this space and you are very humbly invited. Don’t wait to see but listen to our dance. Perhaps we will fall in you. * The Garden of Silence Philippe Tréhet