International Festival
Five women standing in a single row wipe their tear-drenched cheeks. Are they grieving or stunned by an incurable languor?
Whatever their motives, these women aren’t the sort to let themselves get caught up in this state! Gestures fly, hand shoots out, breaths swells. The energy pulses in a gradual acceleration accompanied by a controlled composition of implacable rigour. The unit constantly breaks up and re-forms. Leïla Ka’s ten minutes provide a metaphor for the way in which art can save us when we surrender to it.
Evening made of 3 short pieces (cf. Kernel and Vol)