JUNKPAGE / February 2017


Whistle dancer


The four dancers and the singer onstage play architects in various ideas of post-radioactive monuments. Always in between irony and lucidity, Primitifs slowly diverts from advertising talk filled with insufferable words to the poetic object, stirring and creative. It probably has to do with the singularities of the community gathered onstage, with the presences so different that will touch grace during a choir hanging on a necessary and vital cry…

Stéphanie Pichon