TOULOUSE
A hybrid space unfolds before us, somewhere between a butcher’s stall, a chapel stacked with funeral wreaths and a theatre dressing room. Ghosts appear: they pass by, talk to us, dance, inhabiting for a time this place that is theirs.
As they appear, strange and familiar at the same time, a dreamlike world emerges, full of ecstatic joy, banal cruelty, ferocious gentleness and transformed wounds.
