Sat in the corner of a room, a church, in the street, a young woman dressed like a doll, goes up hundreds mechanical dolls, and lays them around her. Each doll turns on itself, playing all the same melody, the air of "The swan lake". As a child who can spend the whole day to try to catch a piece of chocolate in a cupboard, without realizing that it is useless, the young women actuate the mechanical dolls without end, with the hope of being able to make them play all unit. Being given the number of dolls and the time of the air of the musical box, it is impossible. The game is too hard... The pretty dolls, by the quantity, their repetitive gesture and the ceaseless melody, turn to obsession. Their music is always the same one. These hundreds musical boxes play at the same time, but not together, shift, resound, and the mechanical air becomes nightmarish, thus underlining the ambiguity which belongs only to childhood, ambiguity between the marvellous world, the innocence adults believe into and reality, anguishes, the populated world of danger. As in the repetitive music of Steve Reich or spectral works of György Ligeti, the assembly of all the melodies creates new sonorities progressively. Chords are done with the various shifted melodies.
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