Moïra features three female witches, incarnations of the sisters of destiny. In a spellbinding visual and sonic universe, the performers skilfully manipulate their long braids, symbols of the emotions of the three Moires, inviting the audience to connect with their own humanity.

At the invitation of the Festival Quartiers Danses (FQD), Louise Bédard presented a solo performance outdoors, in keeping with her artistic approach that can be adapted to suit the venue. Dancing outdoors brings a particular feverishness to her performances, revealing an authentic, stripped-down dance. The unexpected, often dictated by weather conditions, creates “beautiful accidents” that enrich the performance. Louise Bédard particularly appreciates these uncontrollable environments, where the unexpected and mutual curiosity between dancer and audience emerge naturally.

Using simple frames where the canvas has been abandoned, two dancers give these recognizable forms a singular scope. Grace and simplicity call out to us with the brightness and freshness of a tableau vivant. Performed outdoors, this work unfolds as a choreographic installation, with the complicity of the spectator.

Les Mains froissées: a tightly woven dance in which impressions, images and a body language ready to compromise with constraint are woven together. The space becomes a material for the elaboration of chimeras, and is transformed in front of the spectator, with his or her participation. The piece is divided into five tableaux, juxtaposed in a precise order that varies according to the venue and its constraints.

I scream! An emergency call so my voice can be heard in this era of crisis. What goes on in the world often surprises us. Posts on social media often move us. Inequality, outrage, prejudice, and slander hurt us. But what do we do if we are faced with injustice in person? We grab our phones to take a selfie and post a new story that will go viral. Are we possessed by an invisible force? 

We complain about hunger in the world, while every day, restaurants and hotels throw out foods that are not even spoiled yet. We say that southern countries are poor and represent the misery of the world. So why are foreign workers and companies never in a hurry to go back once they get there? Why are politicians from southern countries fighting to stay in power, and never in a hurry to leave this “hell?” 

They say human life is sacred. But reality is much different.