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Whatever we do, we're always soaked.
By the rain, sweat or fear.
A first attempt to share humidity.
A wet dog often shakes itself just a little too close to us.
To question the distance between actors and observers.
Because until that moment we thought we were nice and dry.
A first attempt with a divided, nibbled and chewed performance space.
Because a dog shut in for too long ends up baring its teeth.
A first attempt to present a danced installation.
Première on 22th November 2002 in Le Manège-Maubeuge - Mabeuge - France
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