Isabelle Martin

They want a great man. They talk about it, about him, about the one they're looking for. And I don't tell them everything you're not, and I drink to stop looking for the man they're looking for.

"I had not only to pose before Chrismas crib like most children; I also posed before cottages, dolls houses, music box houses, lamp houses, cake houses, money-box houses and China-houses." In the same house a mother wonders if she will eventually have a place of her own ; a daughter sticks to her little world ; a father is satisfied with building sand castles. But will they dare to leave?

short film.

"Je danse devant toi..." or the ceremony of farewell. Leaving the other person is also a little like saying goodbye to oneself. Isabelle Martin sends this letter in the form of a visual poem to a lost soul mate and dances on "until [her] socks wear out".

The vacuum... or the story of a woman who no longer loves all that she loved before. However, people around her still love. She sees them loving, she hears them loving and that gives her a headache.

Sometimes you cry in other peoples’ homes. You ring up and say: I don’t want them to hear, I don’t want them to see me. Can you give me the keys to your place? In return you clean up, you vacuum a little or you leave a few choco- lates on the kitchen table. You have several sets of keys, several places to cry and bags full of gifts to leave there.

They want a great man. They talk about it, about him, about the one they're looking for. And I don't tell them everything you're not, and I drink to stop looking for the man they're looking for.

They want a great man. They talk about it, about him, about the one they're looking for. And I don't tell them everything you're not, and I drink to stop looking for the man they're looking for.

"I had not only to pose before Chrismas crib like most children; I also posed before cottages, dolls houses, music box houses, lamp houses, cake houses, money-box houses and China-houses." In the same house a mother wonders if she will eventually have a place of her own ; a daughter sticks to her little world ; a father is satisfied with building sand castles. But will they dare to leave?

short film.

"Je danse devant toi..." or the ceremony of farewell. Leaving the other person is also a little like saying goodbye to oneself. Isabelle Martin sends this letter in the form of a visual poem to a lost soul mate and dances on "until [her] socks wear out".

The vacuum... or the story of a woman who no longer loves all that she loved before. However, people around her still love. She sees them loving, she hears them loving and that gives her a headache.

Sometimes you cry in other peoples’ homes. You ring up and say: I don’t want them to hear, I don’t want them to see me. Can you give me the keys to your place? In return you clean up, you vacuum a little or you leave a few choco- lates on the kitchen table. You have several sets of keys, several places to cry and bags full of gifts to leave there.