PERFORMANCE:
SACRED DISASTER
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.
Ici, les histoires sont racontées par le corps. Ce n’est ni de la chorégraphie, ni du théâtre. Ce sont 9 humain·es qui négocient un même espace-temps chaotique, poétique et en voie d’extinction.
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
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
SOLARPUNK
BUNKER
Une dramaturgie de l’étrange.
« Une arrivée en monte charge, par grappe de dix, des sacs d’ordures dans un ancien complexe industriel, des anges gardiennes silencieuses qui vous placent sans mot dire, des interrogations sur un titre sybillin.
Dans cet hymne au cyber-punk post apocalyptique, certaines choses sont cryptiques, d’autres limpides. Ce ne sera pas frontal mais sphérique. Toutes pourrons voir sous toutes les coutures. Un rituel sacré ou le temps s’étire, et où des danseureuses émérites se mettent au défi : défier la gravité, défier la chorégraphie, défier le public, aucun défi ne semble trop grand ni trop petit. Même les lumières opérées à la main semble faire partie de ce défi dramaturgique ou transe et danse se côtoie et parfois ne font qu’un.
Les tableaux s’enchainent à une vitesse folle, et pourtant, le temps semble suspendu. Moments chorales, solo, cypher, chorégraphie, tendresse, violence, immense physicalité et douce simplicité. Le melting pot opère.
Malgré l’épure de la scénographie, on en sort transformé, avec une nouvelle alchimie cellulaire. Nous sommes nous aussi ce désastre sacré (humble artisans de ce chaos orchestré ou) activé comme le dit si bien chorégraphe Fleur par la maestria de ces danseureuses de l’autre monde.
À voir et à revoir sans modération. »
- Lalaina Ravelojaona, artiste, musicien, danseur, et membre de la communauté du Proto
SACRED
DISASTER
PHOTOGRAPHERKristina Hilliard
SOLAR PUNK
Solar punks are the ones who refuse the idea that collapse is the end of the story. They know the world is fucked. They also know that another world is possible and that only imagining it, isn’t enough. You have to practice it. In your body. With other people. In the way you gather, move, make, share, care, fuck shit up, and make something new.
They’re experimenting. They’re finding out what happens when we stop organizing ourselves around domination and start organizing around relationship. What happens when everyone gets to bring their own weirdness, their own desire, their own intelligence, their own way of moving—and somehow, together, something bigger emerges.
They know that power doesn’t have to mean control. They know you can be fucking powerful without taking power away from someone else. They know joy can be political. That pleasure can be a technology. That gathering can be resistance. That tenderness is not weakness. That being fully alive is already a refusal.
BUNKER
SACRED
DISASTER
PHOTOGRAPHER
Kristina Hilliard
BUNKER
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.