Join us at the Roode Bioscoop in March 2022! Jardin Rouge is an invitation beyond borders, to familiar and unknown artists, local and international, who, together, want to commit themselves to a new art and a new, moving, listening society. We invite you, you who are not afraid of poetry, of the absurd and of being surprised.
Jardin Rouge takes place somewhere between our memory, our cities, our dreams. It weaves the links between languages and poetry. Jardin Rouge connects people and places: it offers a living room for artists, makers, visionaries, stargazers, nonsensical thinkers, guardians of justice and equality. Those who believe in an art of the possible and in the power of sharing can find themselves here.
With the festival, our aim is to contribute to an international community, forging new collaborations and helping talented artists to make their voices heard. In addition to the programme of lesser-known theater forms, the festival consists of special theatrical walks between the festival locations and unique workshops with artists from Mexico City, Amsterdam and Paris, among others.
Our story is human: that of a company built on the road, brought together through unexpected meetings, personal tragedy and destiny.
Who are we? Are we musicians? Storytellers? Are we just plain crazy? Why does nothing we say seem credible? And above all, why do we continue to play?
We’ve travelled for 200 years, bound to one another, storytellers from another time. We are strays who were picked up, lost souls who were found, people who lived in the shadows from the very beginning. Belonging to neither today nor yesterday, we wander from one scene to another. We are The Lost Children.
We travel from city to city telling our stories, asking questions, giving answers. When we travel, it’s not through choice, it’s just our truth. Our stories are often unwanted – in each city we’ve encountered our share of hostility. We’re the ones telling people: our society is sick. The ones who search for answers and ask uncomfortable questions.
We are jesters, preachers, liars and poets who have seen too much. You’ll tolerate us for an hour, maybe, for an evening at most, but you’re unlikely to tolerate our madness, our vulgarity and our indignation for much longer.
So let’s laugh at brave Mr. Moon, because tomorrow he’ll be gone again, and you’ll be able to get on with your life. It will feel like waking up from a dream – neither beautiful nor bad, just a little disturbing...