Olivier de Sagazan

I am still not sure of the limits at which the body of the human self can stop. — Antonin Artaud

Two people sculpt clay on their heads, bury themselves in the material, eradicate their identity and become living works, mutating with the other’s body, creating dialogue, fusion, rivalry and love. Each in turn, oscillates between puppeteer and puppet, knowing that the question of identity is built in relation to the Other. But when the material blinds them, they are forced to look inwards, into the very depths of their Self. In a fascinating, expressive, total performance, they shift identities on stage, from man to animal and from animal to various hybrid creatures. They pierce, erase and unravel the layers of their face in a frenetic and uninhibited quest. Painting and sculpting themselves becomes a form of ritual positioned between dance and trance where improvisation is the matrix.