Above their heads float swords: those of inheritances, injunctions, fears, and catastrophes plaguing our era. Above them, the sharp blade of threats; in their bellies, desires for the first gesture.
Amidst the black slag heaps of Hainaut, 3 performers attempt to inhabit a shifting space together where everyday presences sometimes dress up in makeshift armor made of scratch—mesh, poems, movements.
Nourished by discussions between the 3 siblings, recorded in the form of podcasts, DAMOCLÈS composes a choreographic material traversed by breath, gazes, and the need for siblinghood.