Friday, 6 pm
The opening
The installations light up one by one. The first visitors move slowly, stop, double back, and someone asks whether you're allowed to touch. The music stays low, the bar is open, and the talk is louder than the speakers.
- Adema
- Alex & Thomy
- Apoteoz
- Bobbi Watson
- Bousti
- Breakaleg
- Ceka
- Cimai
- Cluzel
- Cora M
- Cosse
- Daescu
- Daphicha
- Don Mojito
- Don Tempo
- Dums
- Elzobmachine
- Estherrr
- Fargui
- Farry
- Fel
- Ferqli
- Gab
- Gera
- Hitsh
- Iksma
- Jamel Zouch
- Jiri Joa
- Jocose
- Joz
- Laura BRK
- Laurens
- Legrin
- Leo
- Lizz
- Low-J
- Lowik
- Magikristy
- Marco
- Matescou
- Mhott
- Movblaj
- Mær
- Nadim
- Nikoke
- Omaley
- Omar KHE
- Paulo
- Riyoon
- Rocta
- Romano Corsini
- Roulita x Orphée
- Shimon
- Stourm
- Suciu
- Teizen
- Tim
- Vano
- Vitaline
- Walid
- Wallace Jr
- Yamma Rabba
- Yamos
- Ziku
64 artists who have come through the barn
Friday night
The first night
The opening ends without anyone deciding it should. The last few talk in the yard, the dancefloor is left to the installations, and for once nobody dances. The night is tomorrow.
Saturday, 11 am
Viewing
In broad daylight, the barn becomes a gallery with a bar. Whole groups stand rooted in front of the same installation, while others walk round the back to see where the cable goes. At the big table, a workshop where people make things with their hands.
Saturday, at sunset
Evening
Since the clocks went back, the sun no longer waits for the viewing to end. It sets first, and the installations finally get the dark they need. Some visitors don't leave: they are waiting for the night.
Saturday night
The night
In the middle of the night, the dancefloor is a dancefloor again. In the haze, the beams cut through the installations, and nobody is quite sure any more what is part of the exhibition.
Sunday, at dawn
Dawn
The sun rises on the dancefloor side and puts out the installations one by one, without touching a single switch. Those still dancing turn into silhouettes, and the dancefloor empties at its own pace.
Sunday, noon
The closing
The closing is quiet. Last night's dancers come back to see by day what they saw by night, and don't recognise all of it. People talk softly, coffee in hand.
Sunday, at sunset
Packing up
The sun sets and the unplugging begins. The installations go back into crates that look smaller than they did on the way in, and tape marks on the floor are all that say where they stood.
Then silence returns
On Monday, the barn has its darkness back. Someone scrapes off the last of the tape marks, then puts away the cables. This is the part nobody photographs.
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Winnezeele, French Flanders · Scenography and lighting: Iluma Visual · What's missing
The dancers' steps are real motion-captured dances: DeepDance, Wallace, Nymoen, Martin and Tørresen (2022), CC BY 4.0.