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Kelma… Un cri à la mère
An invitation to contemplate and reflection focusing on exile, on absence and on death.
« In this creation, everything focuses on reflection, on a moment in life where something is lost. It means working with intimate and what we portray, by choice or by necessity. And, with a dialogue with silence, we try to understand the fury of the body, and what exile really is. Exiled from one’s land, one’s mother, one’s childhood…“
The readings of Mahmoud Darwich, poet, teach the Moroccan choreographer that brutality can contrast with beauty. The artist, and probably more so the dancer, creates and uses a flow blending introspection and expression, and transposes pain, hurt in their art, out of necessity.
The exile that Meryem Jazouli felt during these years in France blends simultaneously with another, yet identical, emotion of the deceased mother and of a childhood that was disappearing. “Kelma”, the solo, is the quest for “a crucial encounter with that which is fleeting”. In order to illustrate, time after time, the grieving of that, which is lost, she dances dressed in a black dress, arms raised high to the sky, moving meticulously around the circle created by a drum set on the ground. A sweeping, deeply moving demonstration of sincerity for, as she says, “to be able to talk to her once again. (…) to continue, for a few moments, our conversation. To dance for her, against her, with her. »
Last update : September 2011