all-ages workshops

Moving through the sky like flocks, sensing and following the movements of others. Moving through the sky like clouds, suspended and swirling like drops. An enormous paper cloud. Someone on the ground tries to capture its outline.

Seeds on the ground, closed up, waiting for the sun. Each will find its path, each its mark. From inside to outside, we create spaces to cross.

We free the marks, letting them run through space, from wall to wall. A journey through surprises: drawings that stumble, words that startle.

The birth of lines. Each line has a different texture, flow, density. Lines that come to life, take up space: precarious sculptures. Acrobatic lines, jumping from plane to plane. Bodies holding them up.

“Delicious,” “Shh,” “How boring”: hand gestures turn into marks on paper and then into movement: jumps, twirls, falls. When we bring them back onto paper, will new marks emerge, or the same ones as before?

Circles with the body: pirouettes, somersaults. Circles with pastel: on the walls, on the floor. Circles that escape, like streamers. A dizzying party.

Bodies like islands to circumnavigate, deserts to cross, rivers to wade across. The sound of a waterfall. Pastels in hand, we plunge and draw it out of the wall.

The multiverse is not the metaverse, it is here, it is us, in flesh, bones, and colors: panels to create worlds, planes to trace and dance. A multifaceted, not easy, happy party.

Bodies stretch, elongate, intertwine. Among tensions, escapes and returns. The wind arrives: it scatters the shapes, chases them. Traces whirl, names disperse into the air.

Like ripples on the sea. Moved by the current, we form waves. The wind scatters us in the air. Swirling drops, jumping colors.