On stage a man, a forgotten man, a loser of society, wearing his clothes as clumsily as his memories of good times. He has absences, and flashes; the world escapes him but it does not burden him. Touching, incompetent, he transforms into a woman, then an animal or being mythological. These parts of him articulate what escapes him.
It seems that history speaks of Love, of the wounds of love that make us up and transform us, of the richness of each being, of the feminine part and the masculine part in itself, of the chaotic part and the part Ordered. Self-love as a responsibility to life, here and now.
FOU CHEVAL starts from a quest on the place of love in a life.