L'Avenir

Magrit Coulon would like to talk about this suffering, to show it in its details and its anecdotes, often banal but shared. And in so doing, open the possibility of saying that, in solitude, we are not so alone - and that is already something. To do so in the theater, because the audience itself already forms a community of solitudes - an impossible community, an insoluble paradox. To say in chorus that we are so alone, together.

After exploring the slowness inherent in elderly bodies in HOME, Magrit is continuing her research into the representation and perception of time in people suffering from mental illness, working on distorted time - the sensation of a world that goes faster and faster, and from which we gradually become detached.

Take the theatrical performance as a way of making other ways of being in the world perceptible, through other ways of inhabiting time.

The theater as a bastion where one can work in another time: the place where things past may not have disappeared, where the present stretches to infinity and comes full circle, where L’Avenir is the name written on a cafe sign somewhere; the place that welcomes people who have been erased, people who are dead, people who no longer want to be.

Where has the time of the growing flower, of the aging mother, of the lingering gaze gone?

An invitation to be wary of appearances, to change roles, to make loops and things that repeat themselves with tiny changes.

We are at a turning point. L’Avenir tries to capture its strength, its movement.