A cat at the window
2015
Performance
15 mn

@ODD, Roumania
Curator: Barbara Sirieix

For 1 character, 1 curtain, 1 Destiny glass and a plexiglas lazer cut cat
- A Cat at the window is a performance conceived and realized during a week of residency at ODD Bucharest, for the project Prologue to a fiction of a space that does not yet exist by Barbara Sirieix.

” I think I don’t like cat, cats are, cats are, cats are...”
In fact I never had any cat at my place. The first cat I met was sleeping all the time, so I decided I won’t love cat, because what I hated the more when I was a child was to sleep.
When I asked Barbara what will be her story about, the two first things which emerged, were a cat and a win- dow. Cat as a character, window as a space. The story is set up. So now, let’s just have a drink.” -

EXTRACT:
In New-York few days ago, I was in a bar, it was a bit special because it’s a bar a bra. I didn t say Barbara, but a bar a bra.
By a bar a bra, I mean all the ceiling behind the bar is covered by bra, not bra-arms but bra-boobs. I myself discovered this word: bra-by a singer called No Bra.
Anyway, in New-York few days ago, I was in a bar. This night I met few people including a 50 Norwegian single man with a girlfriend about 32, waiting in the hostel room /and
a witch.
A witch yes.
I can feel you are thrilled now... Whether it is by the 32 years old girl waiting in the hostel room or by a witch.
Even more if this witch is a black transgender witch.
I mean... if you are meeting a witch, it’s must not be whatever witch, but a black transgender witch.
//Until now this story is real, I promise.
So in New-York few days ago, I met a witch. She told me I was not really french, that my brother was ... gay, my father...loves me as a super father, my mother, god bless her was dead but taking care of me from heaven, and that my cat was looking forward seeing me back home...
So...
So....
So... I must say I was a bit confused and surprised.
Not that my brother was gay,
Nor my father really loves me
Or my cat...
But by the fact I have no brother, I even did t have the name of my father, my mother is very fine and I have no cat...
But let me think about my last certitude...

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Poem

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