"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?
A travel experience, an encounter with other codes and other gods in a contemporary Lithuania. In the country where legends and pagan practices have survived the influence of the Catholic religion and later the Soviet bloc to feed a folklore still tenacious, weighs the strange sensation of presences belonging to another world. If one takes the time to listen and look, the forest seems inhabited, filled with stories and life. This narrative is part of a search of the other and of different spiritualities. Where some indulge in rituals borrowed from Mongolian traditions while others perpetuate a cultural heritage. If Laima, the mother, the one of destiny, of good and bad fortune, still exists in the Lithuanian culture, the ideology of the Soviet bloc is only a painful page of history.
"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".
