Jeanne et le orange et le désordre

Are we still a mother when the child is gone? Are we still a woman if we fail as a mother? Are we still someone without words to speak?
An attempt to share a world deserted by the subversion of language and the play of fictional confusion.

A sensitive and at times mocking approach, borrowed from the stand-up comedy genre, that invites the audience to rename the world with joy—though not without difficulty.
Speech takes center stage—abrupt, in tension with the technicality of delivery and performance, teetering on the edge, close to collapse.
In any language, there is apparently no word to describe the parent—whether father or mother—who has lost a child. The intrusion of the English language reflects this abyss and lends itself to the humor of situations that lie beyond the everyday.