This series links photographs, videos, installation and performances.
On recycled supports that she paints and photographs (posters of old shows) Alexia Traore transcribes the sensations of her creative process, and the complexity of an everyday life of artist and mother. The contrast of colors evokes this permanent oscillation between freedom and constraints. And an invisible movement that she feels, between shadow and light, conscious or not. A perpetual dance where past and present merge. Breath, heartbeat, resonance of familiar or unknown voices.
« Master, I think about that night, I was watching the dervishes, and I was crying.
Maybe you thought I was crying not dancing
You came to tell me that I was whirling with them,
That I was whirling… inside
But it was being so close to them that I cried
To feel their dance as mine
So you opened the circle where souls dance, and I got up. »