Confession Publique

Confession Publique is an autobiographical solo that never saw the light of day. Relegated to oblivion, it was Angélique Willkie who brought to the surface the desire for this artistic object. Like an offering, Confession Publique is intended for her today. This dive into the intimate can now be done with four hands. With Angélique as a muse, it is now her mysteries that form the material, the matrix, the mattress of her confidences in a game where introspection inevitably meets its obligatory counterpoint, the confession. We tackle the themes of the private, the secret, the deep and the swampy as a rebellion against the vulgar unpacking that we are confronted with every day. It is about nobility and elegance in the confession of our failures, our faults and our defects. We try to see the unveiling as a poetic gesture, a necessity, a little vanity. The protagonist turns to the depths in a dive into herself and into us. The relationship is intimate and intimidating. Representation becomes the backdrop to these 1000-asked questions: Our connection to the world, the environmental influence on our destinies and the power of others who dictate and dominate our life choices. Between big declarations and small confessions, between doubts and half-truths, the shaded areas confront reality and become an insignificant or spectacular word, emptied of meaning or visionary. It is in this duel where the intimate and the exalted come together that we get involved. It is in this crack that we slip to observe our faults, caress our scars and contemplate our ailments. Because it is in our cracks, our breaks, our failures that we are the most authentic. And dance is the best plaster to put all the pieces back together. With Frannie Holder painting the soundscape here, there is added a musical presence that is both ghostly and telluric. Electroacoustic tweaks to the grain a bit nostalgic in their voices, Frannie and Angélique form a celestial alloy which translates, strangely, a biting speech. The spirit is that of a rhyme, but the breath is that of a hymn.