19-20 JUNE 2026
10TH SPACE
MONTRÉAL (CA)
DANCE PERFORMANCE
SACRED DISASTER is a choreographic journey through a sacred collapse. A burned, erotic, post-apocalyptic world, infused with sacred geometries, solar dreams, and cellular memory. A ritualistic, queer, unruly, and vibrant playground, where nine performers with singular bodies coexist within an unstable architecture: somewhere between bunker and cathedral, between ruin and rebirth.
This dance research-creation project is part of a broader exploration of catastrophe as a portal, and chaos as a matrix for transformation.
Lien vidéo
SOLARPUNK
BUNKER
Artistic Direction, Choreography,
Production & Performing Artist
NICHOLAS BELLEFLEUR
Performers / Co-CreatorsCyndie Gravel
DaMond LeMonte
Étienne Léonard Benoît
Jake Poloz
Jules Talavera
Nazli Durak
Nicholas Bellefleur
Odile-Amélie Peters
Shô Araki
Artists-in-processJulianna Bryson
Evelynn Yan
Jo Laïny
Caroline Namts
Light Designer Consultant
Tiffanie C. Bf
Hosts
Lalaina Ravelojaona
Hadi Salma
Lila Dubois Pagesse
Virginie Cougar
Production Support
Raphaëlle Coté-Parent
Chad Concepcion
Photography / VideographyEmilie Peltier
Tom Hsu
Kristina Hilliard
Emanuel Guay
Alex Thorntron
Kluane Peabody
F riends / ContributorsOwen Barrow
Wynn Holmes
Johanne Bondu
Daniel Bellefleur
Fence Hop
Merlin Guerrero
Timour Leng
Samuel Vignola
Marie Michel
Cai Glover
03-06.2026
A SAFE(R)
SPACE
ASS/LAB
Sometimes you gotta disappear. Go underground. Get the fuck out of the noise. Shut the door on the outside world for a minute and figure out what the hell you’re doing. The bunker is a refuge, but it’s not a waiting room. It’s where we regroup. Rest. Argue. Dream. Improvise. Make plans. Figure out how to live together when the old ways aren’t working anymore.
Who grows the food? Who builds the shelter? Who cooks? Who takes care of everyone? Who wants out so badly they’ll risk everything to go looking? And who looks around and thinks: Honestly? I’m good here. Why change?
Nobody knows how long we’ll be here. So we experiment. We prototype different ways of being together. We fuck up. We adapt. We make do with what we’ve got. We nurture the tiny, stubborn, brilliant, delicate things that might eventually grow into something.