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Piece for 5 dancers / A duration of 25 minutes
Dress our Leather Coppélia. Look at Coppélia with the eyes
of a big child, when this puppet will be ‘mistress’ of the
game, ‘mistress’ of the heart of her suitors.
Being inspired by a work on puppet theatre by Henrich Von Kleist, I would
like to make you believe that a mechanical puppet could contain more charm
than the frame of the human body.
Through love of Frantz, Swanilda takes the place of Coppélia the
puppet. At least that’s how it goes in the booklet…
What if Coppélia had’nt been replaced?
Using this amusing book, profiting from the unfinished work and rewriting
it, and also taking the music composed by Léo Délibes, the
waltz but also (and most especially) the exhilarating mazurka.
Redrawing Coppélia…using an eraser and some colour crayons,
take off or add here and there some fantasies…a lot of red but also
some black, as black as those ‘shiny, shiny boots of leather’
worn by Séverine in ‘Venus in furs’ by ‘The Velvet
Underground’. Equally as pretty, the costume will be blackened.
The ‘pointe’ will be replaced by the stiletto heel, the knot
in the hair by the whip.
Using certain ingredients which have been the base of ballet ‘par
excellence’. Using the pantomime to serve to create sense of situation
that too much narrative might censor. Perhaps all of this may render the
subject more comprehensible and reveals it’s meaning.
Highlighting this immense love for Coppélia to the point of replacing
her admirers by young males, slaves to their own feelings. Coppélia
fascinates, but it is only a puppet, not alive but yet…
Our Coppélia was created with the help of the dancers and especially
Alexandra Besnier and Min-Jeong Kim who reside in a ‘reinvented
Coppélia’. More than just working on character interpretation,
they are my accomplices in exercing this fascinating and bewitching power
of seduction. They ceselessly remind me that Coppélia, although
invisible, is always there.
Perhaps Coppélius is also the evocation of all those dark reasons
originating from our quest for love and beauty, which weigh unconsciously
on our tastes, our choices. For me Frantz is not in love with Coppélia
but with all that he aspires to. Maybe he resembles all of us?
“There exists no being capable of loving another such as he
is. We always ask for modifications. This is because we never love just
a phantom; that which is real cannot be desired”
Paul Valéry
Lastly, I chose the scene as to evoke the bedroom of Coppélia.
Therefore the public will be lower down in the house of Coppélius
and will perceive Coppélia similar to how Frantz observed her from
his balcony in 1870.
I would like to particularly thank the dancers Wilfride Piollet and Monique
Loudières for our discussions which helped to enlighten me.
Hervé Koubi – Extacts from his notebook