François Chaignaud

François Chaignaud is, to us, an inexhaustible force of grace, astonishment, and gentle revolt. His movement possesses an elegance that never decorates, it incises, consoles, blinds. There is a continuous flow in his presence, a poetry of the body that opens doors to worlds of beauty we may have dreamt of, but never quite knew how to reach. If we could, we would spend our days watching and rewatching his performances, letting them reconfigure our gaze on what a body, a voice, a gesture can hold.

He is, himself, an eruption of life we find indispensable. A singular way of being in the world that reconnects us to something archaic and deeply alive within us, something that had perhaps fallen asleep. He becomes at once the bridge and the beacon, myth and future. To be carried by his current is a quiet privilege, a rare joy.