The art of being a woman in 2017

March 8,2017." What is being a woman?" question asked by Solenn Thomas, founder of EKlore, and these 11 women who will have the privilege of expressing their answers in words and movements. 11 multi-faceted sketches that made us laugh with joy and cry with emotion.

"The movement leads us to be ourselves."
Indications of our wishes. Breathing, a back and forth movement that passes through us from one end to the other, that frees us and creates space. A natural and instinctive impulse that simply dares to "be" and tells me "I am".

Find the balance between "mother" and "whore".
Never lose your rightful place between the carer and the carer. Feminine desire. The libido within the couple. To admit the vulnerability of each individual, to unveil our fears between male and female.

Find your "space to be yourself".
Let go of external expectations to radiate our singularity. Reverse roles, play with parameters and diktats. Combine dynamics and impulses.

A woman connected to the moon.
Carrying in his belly this "forge of life inhabited by cosmos," this "cradle of stars." The wise step, the savage "who needs him - the masculine - to give birth, to give birth, to deliver them. To accompany each other.

In this woman's hunt...
... fear is a feeling that the woman must face in this ambient predation. We start to hope... what if men propel us into our full professional potential instead of stalking us like desirable animals?

To be reason and passion.
Between sweetness and desire. Being everything and being nothing. I mean, be yourself. To be shadow and light. To be male and female.

Nothing will be more beautiful and intense than this woman of the public who stood up to sing us trembling "a witch like the others" of Anne Sylvestre. I was shaking and breathing with her. I was vibrating to the rhythm of the jumps in her moved and frightened voice. Impressed.

"You need to
Be like the brook
Like the clear water of the pond
Reflecting and waiting
Please, please, please.
Look at me. I'm real.
I beg you
Don't make me up.
You've done so much already.
You loved me as a servant
You wanted me ignorant.
Strong you were fighting me
Weak you despised me.
You fucking loved me.
And covered in satin
You made me a statue.
And I always kill myself."
I listen over and over again to the powerful and hurtful, heavy and touching lyrics of this song, and I tremble and resonate. I cry, cry, cry.

I laughed and cried. Joy, embarrassment, fear, pain. I reconnected with the girl and the woman in the making. Where is she on her way? What is being a woman to me? To be a woman is to be a man.

What a difficult and power-filled burden it is to be a woman.
With all his stories, sacrifices and wounds. Disturbed past and shaken collective memory, between shame and pride. What a supreme stake it is to be able to carry life as much as death. Only to be able to offer the world creation even to sacrifice its life.

What a force of fear and pain.
A sublime energy that men have had to detect and jealous in order to throw us on the ground in this way, to diminish us and make us bear the blame for the misfortunes of the world through the ages.

From witch to ignorant, reduced to being a whore.
The one who bore you and nourished you, the one who loved you and gave everything, who braved death to bring you forth. Faced with this betrayal, a part of me feels nothing but hatred for you. I am darkness and darkness. I am violence and anger. Woman that I am, I can be harder than a man.

To be the child and the mother, to be love and anger, to be fire and ice, and to look you in the eye. Welcome these traits in me that resemble you and that I do not assume.

To tame the bitterness and forgive you.
Let go of this rigidity in the face of compromises, I who embody only the absolutes. All or nothing. I apologize for not being perfect and experiencing so many irregularities. I don't feel like I'm up to it, like you're not.

To grow up a woman, I have to marry my polarities.
My opposite impulses, those which resemble you, and those which are almost unknown to me, sweetness, fragility, patience.

Powerful and radiant woman.
Loving and soothing woman.
Woman goddess and not vengeance.
Woman who says yes and knows how to say no.
Firm and determined woman.
Woman open to her vulnerability.
Woman of fire with oceans of light.