In this mechanised performance, Magali Rousseau stages
herself alongside poetic metallic creatures she has created over
the past decade. I Am Stirring Air is a long, instinctive journey to
finally understand that all these steel beings onstage are part of
the same story, her own story.
Magali Rousseau’s words are simple, personal, and intimate;
some sentences are seemingly extracts of childhood. We stroll
with her in a chiaroscuro timeless space, populated by
machines that alternately enter the light and come alive. They
reveal bright inventiveness in attempts to fly off that inevitably
prove to be futile. It is as if Rousseau has invited us in her studio,
where the wheels are exposed and the emotion of the first fruits
intelligent, poetic, solitary, touching. They inhabit a particular
area of our imagination, fed by our hopes and fears. Everyone
can see in these an aspect of themselves.