In dance, as in all the arts, there is a technical know-how and a series of fundamental elements. These function at first by using the mind and a certain amount control, but later on they disappear when corporeal memory expulses intellectual memory.
The dancer is another. When I surrender to my dance, it’s another person that’s dancing, with that person’s body, legs and know-how. I am not conscious of what I’m doing. When I see that dance objectively (video, mirror, etc.) I am me. Videos, mirrors and the like are elements of control. They act as a teacher, a sort of critical super-me, which, in small doses, can be very helpful. The rest is adventure, it’s allowing the soul to ride the wave of emotion, to play and let oneself be rhythmically seduced for a moment that is pure quantum rubber, glooppp…
English translation by Karen Simon