In the eye of the cyclone
A raging storm, blurring sounds and images, Avis de tempête is a sound machine on the verge of explosion, a bustling tempest, caught up in which the eye and ear constantly harass one another. The performance stages a representation of seeing. A cacophony of sound made up of voices throws this representation into a panic. Broken words pervade the opera, breaking and interrupting the flow of sense, irrupting like fragments of madness: a narrative torn apart by a hurricane. The storm leads our theoretical eye into the eye of the cyclone, to a place where it is willing to tell and write its own paradox. In this place without place, in this sea preceding sense, the eye (that which is left of it) seems to meet the ear and invite it to listen.