Mathilda Vuille

Performance story

Inter utrumque vola. Fly between the two. Icarus, adorned with his wings of wax and feathers, knew the rule. Not too low : the sea weighs down the wings. Not too high : the sun melts the wax. Between the two, there was the path. Icarus took flight. Wings open, the sky before him. Then he looked at the sun. And something in him rang out: a little higher, a little closer… A little too close.