Mimì is a funny tramp, a woman waiting for the happiness hiding behind the promise of a new encounter. Is that going to happen?
Ali is a clownish flight, where Mimì and the audience join hands and travel together where dreams are stronger than reality. Ali has a poor stage set made with cardboard and litter where Mimì plays with the audience to exchange morsels of compassion. In the framework of an absurd oscillation between repulsion and tenderness, this clown-tramp looks for your eyes and asks: what is love?
Ali’s strengths are the universal language of the clown, improvisation, and the ability to set up an exchange with different spaces and contexts. The performance is a mishmash of emotions and laughter with a clown caught between tradition and contemporary sensitivity, and eternally looking for the invisible.
Tout public
Available in indoor or outdoor version
Mimì uses exclusively recycled objects and materials
Feedback from the public
“I liked it because it is a very funny story”
“I loved it because I felt enriched with emotions”
“Thank you for the disaster”
“Speechless emotions”
“Gentle and quiet, each smile is like tickling! A white feather with the red nose! Thank you!”
“This clown-tramp looks at you in your eyes to ask: what is love?”
“The clown does not speak, she gives life to the silence and the moments she is sharing with you. She breathes, and that breath generates a story without nobody saying it. A clown is like a river running between its two banks. If I am writing it, now, it is because I have seen one telling a story that took me from laughing to crying. And, what is more and even better, she took me to the centre of life, to that fertile and deep land edging between the visible and the invisible. The clown does not speak, she gives life to the silence and the moments she is sharing with you. She breathes, and that breath generates a story without nobody saying it. ALI is the title of the show this brave clown has brought to the theatre. And during the show, I saw the invisible spreading over and covering the visible to the point of making it fly…”
by Camilla Viscusi, poet, dreamer and spectator
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