It is an old man that would be a child that would be a woman. Putting things into each other, pouring and removing and putting each other into things, mop and toys. Creating bubbles of meaningless worlds, these are very important. It is a monkey that would be a dog that would be a snail. Directing the space, creating still lives, making sense for everything that still looks arbitrary, forcing meaning into its order. It looks random, but that’s anyway about it. What I’m writing about is not what it is. It is close to what we think it is, it is not an art for the future nor a culture for now. It is five hundred quotes disguised in few plastic bottles. It is not a geometric demonstration. It is not about Clément Layes, it is not a rock concert although it would be great, It is not only happening, it’s also unhappening, it is not ambivalent. It started in 2002 and is not finished yet: it’s been a quartet first, then a trio in 2004, it moved to a duo, went to another trio in 2007, and now it’s a solo, we lost people on the way, it was too difficult, only me has stayed, still trying. On average we lost less that one person a year so I think I have at least one year to go, then I’ll see, maybe I’ll live the things alone.

C. Layes:
Concept

Vincent Weber (2013), Clément Layes (2010):
Interpretation

Jasna L. Vinovrski:
Dramaturgic assistance

Ruth Waldeyer, Chiara Girolomini, Forian Bach:
Light

Nicolas Chedmail:
Music assistance

David Byrne:
Music

Public in private:
Production

Sophiensaele, Tanztage, Festival Ardanthé, Dock 11, CND Paris.:
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