L'entre-trois [femme-cyborg-animale]

• Corporal
• Unfortunate
• Offset

About

Animal Cyborg opens in a space of breaths and pulsations. A woman in, wearing a barbed suit of molded sensors to his body. She's not talking. She Listen. Around her, strings, suspended like lines of strength. Silence Becomes Tension. Slowly, she drafts a gesture. The light's responding. Unstable, moving. One voice installs like an inner breath. A lucid, sensitive word. The body pursues its Crossing. Muscle tensions become digital signals. A sound material Come out. She breathes, stretches, wraps the gesture. That's when the video infiltrates: a double diffracted, an unstable image of a body that no longer fully coincides with itself. The Cyborg is inventing in the past, in failure, in the adjustment. Then a slowdown occurs. The text is silent. The gesture breaks, transforms. It's no longer a dance: it's a negotiations. The dancer suddenly taunts the ropes. Touching them, manipulating them. Through They, each movement becomes an oscillation between the momentum and the constraint. They prolong the body as much as they obstruct. The Cyborg seeks the balance between submission and resistance, between anchor and drift. The voice is coming back. More political. She talks. of the feminine, of the eyes, of the summons. It calls excess, disorder, indiscipline. The body becomes subject to its own transformation. The end approaches without name. The movement slows down. The signal persists, even when the body calms down. The last word does not Not from the text, but from a breath: a suspended light, a still vibrant tension. Then the black one. But something's left. A resonant body. A fate without return.

Credits

Establishment - Louis-Robert Bouchard and Karine Chiasson