My Teacher’s Book?

A kindergarten classroom is a miniaturised world. We are giant and disproportionate, the play in scale is incredible! It is a real fictional setting. The furniture is so tiny, everything is at the level of the toddlers.

In kindergarten pupils are nomadic, pupils are mobile, pupils move around, pupils change places and occupy different spaces. This space literally overflows with pure creativity and endless possibilities. And in each classroom, as different as they may all be, there are tables grouped in islands and a regrouping corner, a square with 3 benches around a black board, the reading corner where the teacher reads stories, constructs her daily rituals, gives instructions and important information. It is the place where you re-concentrate, where the group exists, where we gather. This is where we place our audience after a few minutes into the performance, to tell them our danced story.

In this world, the teacher is not a function. They are Isabelle, or Pierre, Sébastien or Corinne. But who are we really? Father Christmas, an elf, a witch, a magician? Even if the little curly-haired blonde girl looks up to Emilie who has just entered and started the performance and says “oh, here is a dancer” without the slightest surprise!

Everything is possible and everything is true because it’s all true and false and we don’t care! Watch, she has a magic book. Oh… She is doing some magic. Mouths and eyes are wide open, faces are smiling. Bodies are dancing and imitating.