Tonight, it’s showtime.
I’m going to give it my all.
Put myself on the line.
Mix it all together: Belgium, war, capitalism, memories, La Louvière, my failed attempts at passing on my legacy, patriarchy, my wavering faith in redemption, song, cabaret, fries, glitter, fascism, and wild, burlesque acts.
Wearing a garter belt, I revisit our anxieties and alienations in a joyful mess.
Mère Patrie is a political and clownish cabaret.
A space to lay yourself bare,
put up a little resistance,
laugh while it’s all burning down,
and enjoy it before the end of the world.