What come first is: Pain
What comes first is pain if I let it, what comes first is the cigarette, the spinning head, the caresses, then the trembling heart, the trembling heart is better than palpitations, what comes first is the foreseen, what we don’t foresee is often a surprise. It seems to me, however, that one should only let go of what is leaving and let in what is coming, but I’m in pain and nothing is visible, an illness that has no name is an illness that doesn’t exist. They don’t want to know, but I’m going to tell them that I can’t walk anymore, that I’m afraid of people who don’t carry bags and who have their hands in their pockets. They are the kings of the world, they’re not afraid of anything, they look at you and you know that they could run faster than you. You, who carry your life on your shoulders because you’re afraid of missing out. I’m taking the place of what no place would give me, the distance that separates me from you. I’d like to break his knees which is where the pain comes first.
Astrid StaesAstrid is 21 years old and lives in Paris. Actor and photographer, she created La Compagnie du Désert with Marin Langlois and produced her first exhibition of silver photographs entitled “Self-portraits”, a project linked to the international exhibition “IMPOSSIBILITY” curated by Elena Korzhenevich in October 2021. This year, she is writing her thesis on “Silence in post-war theatre’s scenic deserts”.
