She is a ferociously original, irresistible artist of the species Unclassifiable. Fearless explorer of our modern times, she reigns supreme and unchallenged over the grassy, arid or semi-desert Quebec plains of a personal alphabet where sound, voice and rhythm have truly royal status!
Marie Brassard draws her material from her own experiences, from the events, photographs, short films and writings that compose her natural environment. She reinterprets them, re-shapes them and recycles them, ultimately transforming these elements into a work of fiction.

Now all grown up, the artist likes to play with abstract forms, creating bizarre fictionalized scenes through video, music, sound and dance. “Desire, pleasure, love, suffering, drugs, fear, waking and sleeping dreams all stimulate my imagination and shift my consciousness. Thanks to all these things, the world appears very exposed to me, and things once hidden are revealed to my eyes. Time is no longer linear, and I find myself at its centre, as if in the middle of a clock face. A circular landscape, an infinite plain where nothing shields me from the harsh weather and countless other hardships of this place where I am, I who struggle to remember my own name as the outline that separates my form from the surrounding set becomes fluid and permeable.... I will die. Of that I am sure. Nothing else seems certain, or even real, to me. And, drawing on the poetry of fictional things, I sketch out the imaginary reality of my life. The wind, the sky, the rain, the blood of animate and inanimate things, friendship, love, music—all these will endure long after I am gone. And at the thought that my tracks will disappear, something erupts from within me: poetry, perhaps, an absence of sensation, certainly—or an excess of sensation, it’s the same thing. This thing, this performance, is something I create with my fellow artists, and it exists until the moment it breaks and we start over.”

In mating season, artists of the species Unclassifiable use many different sounds and facial expressions to communicate with each other and with the audience. During this period of total catharsis, and most of all thanks to the poetic play Moi qui me parle à moi-même dans le futur, it’s appropriate to recall the myths about the origins of the world, childhood stories, and the altered states induced by morphine...
All seek to connect with time and death!

The following statement sheds some light on the full symbolic implications of such an act of revival: “By the sea, a field of poppies leads to a strange forest. Morpheus himself is lost in dreams, and all around him a surreal landscape unfolds. In the future, a dying old woman drifts among the thoughts of a woman in the present. As they slowly bleed to death, the child they both once were invents a world overhung by a yellow sky where wild rabbits chase each other around.”

WHAT THE CRITICS ARE SAYING
To date, the play has been presented only in Germany.

RENCONTRE DU JEUDI
The 30?minute post-performance audience talkback with the creative team will address the following question: “What rhymes with ‘challenging, unconventional theatre’?”

Needless to say, the audience is welcome to ask as many other questions as they like!

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