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Wax

 

WAX

Sur le plateau, une petite fabrique ou un laboratoire : la cire chauffe dans un grand récipient et bientôt se répand sur le sol dans une flaque informe.

Wax, ou la rencontre insolite de l'interprète avec la cire, peut commencer.

Apparement docile, la matière échappe et résiste au contrôle et à l’ordre. Elle fascine car elle sait sortir du cadre et nous invite à expérimenter les joies de l’imprévu.

Dans Wax, la cire est aussi tactile et accueillante, elle prolonge et transforme le corps. Petits êtres miniatures bien semblables ou nouvelle peau pour cette jeune femme, elle interroge et redéfinit nos propres contours d’individus bien normés.

 
 

 

 

Production : TJP Centre Dramatique National Strasbourg - Grand EST

Coproduction : MA Scène Nationale de Montbéliard

 

Wax is a material that can be transformed.
When hot it is perfectly malleable.
And it can easily be poured into a mould.
At the centre of the stage, Justine Macadoux (Stéphanie Félix) invites us into her workshop: a factory where wax figures are made, all of which look alike. She invites us to experience this material as she sculpts it into various shapes and to question the way convention is manufactured.Her desire to organise these figures, which must be stored and arranged carefully on the stage, will give her a taste for power. But the material itself slips away and does not defy order; despite herself, a quickly thwarted Justine (Stéphanie) becomes embroiled in a wave of spilled wax and discovers the pleasures of disorder and the surprises of the unexpected. Within this simple dramatic plot the pace is governed by the rhythm of her changing moods and the capricious nature of the material. Together we shall subtly taste the art of transgression. Wax questions how we can break free from the mould. To what extent can we define our own free will? Why is our own identity surprised by its own shape that transgresses the social ideal?