Night Just Before The Forest is a totem we approach with both eagerness and trepidation, to give life to a hand-to-hand combat of words, whispering and shouting them together.

We would not have dared speak Koltès’ words without first having chewed them, digested them and spat them out through our mother tongue: a dirty language, halfway between slang and dialect: the language of the gut, of instinct, of mood, of love, of truth, of the unmediated.

The harshness and poetry of our mother tongue allows us to connect to Koltès: to dirty his words, to assign them a rhythm and a sound that belong to us, the sound of the street, of the outsider, of love.

Two voices for a monologue: one spoken and one signed.

Two voices that oppose each other, then come together and multiply: that become a single voice, in unison, becoming a world.

Two voices in dialogue with a third : the sound of electronic music played live on stage.

A game of mirrors in which different languages intertwine and dialogue with each other.