Dance, Pierre-Paul, dance…

January 31 marked the end of 47 years of friendship.
It was in Matane, in the Gaspé Peninsula, that Pierre-Paul and I met with the Cegep theater troupe. We fell in love with the stage and decided to make it our
profession. We both went to Montreal, on the fly, to audition for the National Theatre School with excerpts from Demain matin, Montréal m'attend by Michel
Tremblay. And we were both accepted! The joy.

Then our paths separated: he took the dance path, I took the theater path. Both of us founded our companies.

The co-production between Théâtre Bouches Décousues and PPS Danse, with Marc-Antoine Cyr's Les flaques, was an opportunity for us to meet again with a
tender artistic complicity, to mix theater and dance around the text of a young Gaspesian author. It was a first foray into the world of young audiences for Pierre-Paul and PPS Danse.

But here it is. Pierre-Paul is gone…and the earth still turns. Everything is the same. And nothing is the same either. In spite of the sadness in which we are plunged by his departure, his tenderness is still with us. He leaves us a rich work tinged with his creativity and his humanism. It is so with beings of light. And I know that somewhere, he smiles at us with his big Baie-des-Chaleurs eyes…
Dance, Pierre-Paul, dance…

Your friend, Jasmine