Dance 1394 - 7 November 2018
6:29 p.m., Jean-Jaures avenue, Gentilly.
In the early evening, I stop my office work to go dancing. It’s late already, the weather is rainy. I drive by a modest old fashioned shoe repair shop, that seems to have remained the same through time. Inside, a man is standing alone, immersed in a book. I go in. Jean, the owner allows me to dance right away. But, humble, he doesn’t want to be filmed. I try a little bit to convince him, in vain :
⁃You don’t have to dance, you can just keep on reading…
⁃No…. no… I’ll be watching you. You need an audience… 🙂
⁃Right. But it would be better with you.
⁃Yes. This shop, it’s you… It is your life isn’t it ?
⁃It doesn’t exist without you. It would be more important if you would be there. It would show the connection : the shop and you. It’s a combination.
⁃Yes. But no… I’m watching.
⁃Ok. One day I’ll be back. You may have thought a little about it, and you may accept…
After my dancing, we watch it together. He seems pleased. We talk a little about art.
⁃Art belongs to museums.
⁃It can also belong here, in this shop.
⁃Oh yes, look I have plenty of paintings in the wall.
⁃You paint them ?
⁃No, I display them.
⁃Yes. And also, today I’m dancing here. I’m not on a stage. Art can be in everyday’s life.
As I’m leaving, caring, he advises me to fix my hand bag’s zipper.
On day, i’ll be back. Jean may join me for a minute of dancing.