In 1882, a woman interned at Sainte-Anne wrote a text entitled Impressions d?une hallucinée, speaking of herself as if she were someone else. She speaks to us, passionately, to us who listen to her.
From this past tale, of rare strangeness and delicacy, we will continue the story, or stories, until today in 2025. We do not seek to define madness or to enter into categories that do not concern us. We could call them shattered confidences, subversive, fragile, sometimes furious, little shards of glass.
And what if we, women and actresses, were simply going through our own intimate, personal relationship with madness? Who is "crazy"? Who isn't? Who listens to whom? It's a shifting terrain, where roles can be reversed at any moment.
From :
14 years
From this past tale, of rare strangeness and delicacy, we will continue the story, or stories, until today in 2025. We do not seek to define madness or to enter into categories that do not concern us. We could call them shattered confidences, subversive, fragile, sometimes furious, little shards of glass.
And what if we, women and actresses, were simply going through our own intimate, personal relationship with madness? Who is "crazy"? Who isn't? Who listens to whom? It's a shifting terrain, where roles can be reversed at any moment.
From :
14 years
