Uirapuru by Marcelo Evelin. © Pedro Sardinha

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Song and birdsong dance at Festival d’Automne Paris

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Uirapuru by Marcelo Evelin. © Pedro Sardinha
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Sound and song resonate through works by François Chaignaud & Geoffroy Jourdain, Marcelo Evelin, and Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker & Rabih Mroué

Since 1972, the Paris Festival d’Automne has been opening the contemporary performing arts season in the French capital. With a prolific multidisciplinary four-month programme, the festival has made it a point of honour to bring together a wide range of international artists, mixing regulars and first-timers. Before the 2024 edition came to an end, I ventured into the last shows on the count of three.

Diving in with choreographer François Chaignaud and choirmaster Geoffroy Jourdain’s In Absentia, at Théâtre de Chaillot, was quite a jumping-off point. In this vocal-choreographic work, we are seated in concentric circles, while the thirteen performers go behind our backs. Circling around and across the rows of chairs, their cortege enshrouds the room with polyphonic harmonies of sacred songs in Latin. While mostly singing a cappella, they also create an instrumental track with their feet swooshing and stomping on the floor, or with their breathing and gasping in step. In the round, dancers and singers mix. But whether they appear in nude leotards and colourful leg warmers or in oversize down jackets and sleeping bags, it’s almost impossible tell who is who. As the round turns our perceptions inside-out, a shared experience of spiritual grace and plenitude emerges.


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In Absentia by François Chaignaud and Geoffroy Jourdain, at Royaumont Abbey. © Fondation Royaumont / KN
In Absentia by François Chaignaud and Geoffroy Jourdain, at Royaumont Abbey. © Fondation Royaumont / KN

So what absence could In Absentia be referring to? When the performers unfold their chants with ringing bells, their slow procession is reminiscent of danses macabres performed in medieval funeral rites. It should be noted that earlier in the Festival, the piece had been performed in Royaumont Abbey (to the north of Paris), where the ancient stones could deeply echo with the religious lyrics. If the piece was not designed as a site-specific performance, its immersive setup doesn’t seem to chime as well with the dark walls and floor of Théâtre de Chaillot. Rather than catching glimpses of the performers’ merry-go-round, part of the audience chose to close their eyes and be carried along with the harmonious voices. To me too, it felt like the right move. The resonating songs may thrive across the change of venues, but dance might just be what remains on the fringes of In Absentia.

Absence is also at the heart of Brazilian choreographer Marcelo Evelin’s Uirapuru, presented in the very same auditorium. However, with its canopy of fruits and wooden spears hanging in mid-air, the scenery strikingly brings up a symbolic atmosphere of age-old Brazilian forests. The piece is named after the Tupi-Guarani legend of a man who was turned into a musical wren to sing his of forbidden love for a married woman. Likewise, onstage, birdsong echoes in the distance but remains invisible and fugitive, while a woman walks in the empty space under a set of warm spotlights. Wearing only a collar of strings and black shorts on her bare skin, she steps from left to right and back again, over and over, shooting a fierce look straight at the audience.

As a second woman comes in and takes up the mesmerising pace, soon followed by a third and three men, the performance grows in intensity and complexity. Their moves may be the same, but the patterns constantly split up to reconfigure. The performers go from duets to trios, standing side by side or face to face, lining up or spreading across the stage, without ever stopping the motion. The piece builds up tension by combining a relaxing regularity of movement and the risk that a trigger could break the circle. The parallel with the issues of deforestation in Brazil then appears crystal clear. Like the enchanted bird in the legend, the six dancers, all from the Nordeste region, symbolically turn into guardians of a threatened nature. By performing in France, Marcelo Evelin and his company Demolition Incorporada even reemphasise the metaphor with a paradox: while South American wildlife is miles away from the venue, the artists bring it to an invisible yet deeply moving proximity. So when the secret of the mysterious birdsong is eventually unveiled, Uirapuru resonates with wistful and hopeful notes.


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Rabih Mroué and Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker in rehearsal for A Little Bit of the Moon. © Christophe Berlet & Valentine Perrin Morali
Rabih Mroué and Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker in rehearsal for A Little Bit of the Moon. © Christophe Berlet & Valentine Perrin Morali

Surprisingly, bird-like whistling also found its way into Fondation Fiminco in Romainville as A Little Bit of the Moon started to show. After months of sharing thoughts remotely, Flemish choreographer Anne Teresa De Keersmaeker and Lebanese visual artist and playwright Rabih Mroué reunite in this former factory to find some common ground between their artistic worlds. Surrounded by the audience seated on cardboard boxes under infrared heating lamps, the duet play flute facing a music stand. After taking turns at reading a text in French about revolution and relativity while turning round in sync, they start to walk on the edge of two moon-like moving lights while listening to French singer Charles Trenet’s ‘Le Soleil a rendez-vous avec la lune’.

Through this variety of playful lunar metaphors, the artists explore the bright and dark sides of their own moon. Spinning fast and round all along the stage, De Keersmaeker pushes the limits of her body to its point of exhaustion, leaving her out of breath. Stepping back in time, she challenges Rabih Mroué to follow her moves as she takes up, not without a smile, her famous swinging arm from Fase (1982). These self-quotes turn the piece into an autobiographical performance leading De Keersmaeker to reflect on the genesis of her choreographic work in New York, inspired by Trisha Brown’s Set and Reset and children’s spontaneity. From Rabih Mroué’s perspective though, a throwback to 1982 leads to Beirut, at the time of the Sabra and Shatila massacre. The sound of these last words seems to freeze time for a few seconds, to let the past and the present resonate. But the two artists eventually take a step toward each other to start dancing again. As they engage the audience to join the fun, A Little Bit of the Moon finishes its run by creating an improvised community, like a reminder that strength lies in unity – and a hopeful way to end a boisterous year.