Don’t look for a story, because there is no real story. It’s only the story of a child who tells himself… or rather, who tells himself; a perpetual inner bubbling of diffuse but unconfused ideas. Some might say that there is no clear link between the songs, but it is precisely the latent questioning, the acerbic, inquisitive yet tender gaze, the surreal images that reveal the child’s ardent emotional power over the adult world… and if… that constitutes the mesh of the work.
These texts were written with the help of my students as part of their musical training classes at the Conservatoire à rayonnement départemental de Beauvais between 2002 and 2005. Out of respect for them, I wanted to preserve the authenticity of their dreams and deliriums! To me, they’re worth more than long justifications of syntax or any other logical order.
Children’s paradise is their refuge, but it’s also the creator’s, so… anything’s possible! …Pétrole, pétrole is an addition to the tale. If it’s not included in the work, it’s because its event-driven nature and the polemical, responsible involvement of the rebellious children didn’t – it seemed to me – correspond to the dream world of what is akin to a bestiary.
|Dimensions||21 × 29,7 cm|