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conversations in ten questions 58 : Patrick Corillon

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© Christophe Raynaud de Lage  The 77th edition of the Festival d'Avignon, one of the most important performing arts festivals in the world, took place from 5th to 25th July. The programme of this first edition, prepared by the Portuguese actor, director, playwright and producer Tiago Rodrigues (1977), who was appointed director of the Festival for four years, included 44 performances. The first of the conversations that we had with the artists of the performances we saw between 6th and 10th July at this year's edition was with Belgian contemporary artist and storyteller Patrick Corillon (1959). Corillon (1959) took part in the festival with his show ' Portrait de l'artiste en ermite ornemental ' (Portrait of the artist as an ornamental hermit).  After studying at the Institut des Hautes Études en arts plastiques in Paris, Corillon decided to focus on travelling and on a practical experience of art through installations, scenographies, sculptures, book publishing, fi...

Dries Verhoeven’s theatrical world: based on spectators’ experience

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https://www.unlimitedrag.com/art-unlimited   published on ART UNLIMITED 42 (September 2017) https://docs.wixstatic.com/ugd/9c95f9_3a8ff8983dc849d09eb1d6201e45eaf6.pdf   I was let into a room, all alone. One of the walls of the room, no larger than the living room of a house, was completely covered by an image. It was a scenery from Port-au-Prince, the capital of Haiti: taken from a hilly area, in the foreground a mud puddle with lots of garbage, just behind it a jerry-built house with other jerry-built houses in the background and behind them all low hills and the sky; a time of twilight. While I could not figure out if the image was moving or not, a shirtless black man sitting on the edge of the puddle stood up and approached me. First, he stared at me, then began to mirror my moves, my poses, my positions in the room. I was a little bit nervous as I wondered how the man in the picture could see me and imitate me. I was surprised to realize that the moving pictur...