After two years without seeing each other, we announce that we will soon meet again. The human encounter is all we hoped for in this edition!
We are very happy to know that we will soon see each other again and meet for a weekend to live unforgettable moments together. Indeed, we are looking forward to being able to meet again outside of our screens from February 4 to 6, 2022.
What has changed since the 2021 edition?
During the 2021 edition, 60 participants were registered for the YPAL Encounters. Among them, we had members of the Alter Ego (X) Company and those of the Giant Wolf Company, cultural professionals and students. They should come from all over Europe, and also from the world : Argentina, Belgium, Denmark, France, Georgia, India, Ireland, Italy, Spain, Switzerland…
As a result of the health crisis, the Encounter 2021 was quickly transformed into a virtual meeting held on the Zoom platform with 22 participants aged 18 to 30 years old from 5 different nationalities : Belgium, France, Ireland, Italy and Spain. This gave rise to workshops, the diffusion of a spectacle, an artistic meeting…
What about the 2022 encounters?
We will meet again from February 4 to 6, 2022 at the FARaway – Festival des Arts à Reims.
Some occasional meetings could be held before and after this festival weekend in order to animate the network as well as our Encounter of this year.
We wish to make this YPAL 2022 Encounter a moment of reunification where we must all have a sense of contact.
Where to register ?
Now that everything has been said, we hope to see as many of you as usual.
The online inscriptions are opening in the next few days…
The participation is free. The Comédie de Reims will pay for the tickets, the catering, the accommodation for the non-recipients as well as the transportation costs.
N.B.: The Comédie de Reims does not cover the transportation costs of those who come from the department of: the Marne, the Aisne, the Ardennes, the Aube, the Haute-Marne as well as the Ile-de-France region.
If you are starting to read this article, it is that: You are already a YPAL, a friend has told you about the network, your day has been marked by one of our posters, you have received one of our calls for participation, seen one of our posts on social networks and/or you are intrigued by the terms YPAL, Rencontres de Reims?
First of all we wish you a warm welcome and a good read!
The purpose of this article is to introduce you to the Young Performing Arts Lovers network, and its YPAL Meetings, and to register you for the YPAL 2021 Meetings in Reims.
The YPAL network: what is it?
What is YPAL Encounters?
What’s new for the 2021 edition?
And how do I register?
The YPAL network: what is it?
Initiated in 2009 by Anne Goalard in the dynamics of the Reims Scènes d’Europe festival, the YPAL network: Young Performing Arts Lovers is a network of young Europeans united by a common interest in the performing arts.
The YPAL Network is based on the multiplicity of individual journeys and intercultural exchange common to Europe and the performing arts to create dialogue and conviviality between young people from all backgrounds.
YPAL is structured by the YPAL Encounters times, which are intended to be innovative proposals where the place of the young spectator is questioned. During these YPAL Encounters, the young spectator is not a simple target of cultural actions, he is the actor of his relationship with the performing arts.
The YPALs thus participate in the development of the YPAL Encounters, the weekend programme, the creation of workshops and the organisation of debates.
OK, but what is YPAL Encounters?
The YPALs are amateurs, artists or accompanying artists who meet every year for the YPAL Encounters in Reims (and occasionally in other European cities: Madrid in 2019, Stuttgart in 2015, Hamburg in 2010-11-12, Brussels in 2011-12, Turin, Malmo, Sarajevo …).
These are 3 days of performances, exchanges of young people from different backgrounds, reception workshops, time to meet the artists, and conviviality:
The YPALs are invited to get involved in intercultural exchanges, after attending shows together:
to confront and share their experiences as spectators, their vision of current affairs and the place of living art, to debate on the place and role of creation in our contemporary societies,- to invent new formats for encounters between spectators, artists, accompanying artists, cultural institutions and political decision-makers, to invent new types of artistic experiences.
The performance reception workshops, developed by and for the YPALs, are at the heart of the YPAL Encounters.
These meetings in Reims exist thanks to the support of the Comédie de Reims, Centre Dramatique National and are hosted within the FARaway- Festival des Arts à Reims, which brings together 7 cultural institutions in Reims;(La Comédie, La Cartonnerie, Césaré, le FRAC, le Manège, Nova Villa, l’Opéra).
51 YPALs of 9 different nationalities (France, USA, Switzerland, Spain, Italy, Greece, Belgium, Ireland and Denmark), aged between 18 and 30, took part in the Rencontres 2020.
What’s new for the 2021 edition?
The 2021 edition will take place from 5 to 7 February 2021 in Reims and will breathe new life into the network and the format of the YPAL Meetings.
10 years of existence lead us to question the heart of the Rencontres YPAL.
In what way is it productive to see shows together and discuss them, whether you have a small or large audience experience, whether you have had access to a very contemporary or more academic theatre, whether you come from Poland or Italy, whether you are engaged in artistic research or are a mathematics student?
The reception workshops are the foundation of the network, the breeding ground on which participants are invited to invest and share artistic, political, social, professional, personal interests?
We wish to make the YPAL 2021 Meetings not the core of the Network’s activity but the culmination of an annual preparatory work leading to these times of exchange.
The participants draw up the programme of these Meetings and the workshops via regular Zoom meetings.
A journal dedicated to the 2021 edition will enable the work of the YPALs to be concretised and disseminated and will gather the reports, testimonies, interviews and games realised by the YPALs during this weekend.
The Rencontres de Reims can thus be an example for the organisation of other events in Europe.
And how do you register?
You now know YPAL and the Encounters! (if you read this little article correctly!)
So if you want to get involved in the YPAL network and take part in the 2021 Meetings from 5 to 7 February, register by clicking on this link:
The last thing I expected to do on a Sunday morning was draw a stranger’s portrait. Although I had been participating in the YPALs conference for a few days by then, my experiences had been mostly as an observer, only occasionally standing up to dance during performances (it was part of the show, of course). So, when I arrived at the FRAC, right next door to Sciences Po, and saw a whole bunch of easels set up in a semi-circle around the artist, Olivia Hernaïz, I was a little surprised and a little giddy. Giddy, because I hadn’t tried my hand in the fine arts in quite a while.
The fact that I hadn’t made a portrait of a live artist maybe ever definitely showed as I started putting pastel to paper. I sat between two children, although it was my portrait that looked like it had been done by a five-year-old. At one point, after I had stepped away from the easel, a kind old lady walked by and asked the two girls on either side of me where their younger sister was– my portrait was so bad the woman assumed that it had been the work of a younger sister, not a nineteen-year-old art lover. My friend entered the FRAC, and in showing her my piece I laughed so hard that I almost started crying, disrupting the peace of the room.
While my piece may not have been what anybody was expecting, it still felt good to create something. The sheer range of emotions, whether excitement and expectation that surrounded the clean slate of my paper, or the overwhelming embarrassment and ridiculousness of my drawing itself, shook me. And, if you ask me, I really like my piece. Even though my depiction of the model looks like a scary monster, missing many facial features (I almost forgot to to draw the model’s nose), it was genuinely fun to color in the dark green of the model’s sweater and combine browns to make a hair color that felt satisfactory.
I am a Young Performing Arts Lover– and while this may have initially appeared to be a visual arts exhibition, it hit me as I left that this was a performing arts experience. The feel of interacting with the other artists, of looking at what they were doing, and being part of a micro-community, of interacting with the model, of discussing my work with the people around me, was interactive and almost performative. The model wanted to make a point. She was the orchestrator of this experience, of this interaction, and, although she was silent, she was the center of it. She reverses the creative process, so that the observers are the creators, with a focus on dialogue. I appreciate the opportunity that Hernaïz gave me. I only hope she doesn’t take offense at my truly abhorrent portrait of her.
I really had no idea what to expect when I sat down in my seat. After walking with the other YPALs to the theater at l’atelier, I realized that I really had not done my homework. And while normally that would bother me somewhat, I genuinely believe that my complete unawareness of what I was about to see made my experience even better.
I was confronted with a very large screen, and I shuffled into my seat with a pocket full of lollipops and no expectations whatsoever. Christiane Jatahy, the artist, introduced the piece, discussing it as a work about borders, about the border between cinema and plays, about the borders that separate people from countries, about the borders that separated people from their friends. And then I sat back and watched.
It took me a while to catch on that members of the cast were hidden throughout the audience. A man sitting near me loudly poured water into a cup, and my initial reaction combined annoyance with being impressed that somehow the sound of the water fit in with the rest of the show so well. It hit me when he began making popping sounds with the help of a prop. Again, I felt annoyed, but a sea of other popping sounds joined his, to make a sea of sounds that felt like splashes or intense, heavy rain.
The show was almost always surprising me, whether by the effectiveness of the director’s comparisons to The Odyssey, by the impromptu dance party just over halfway through, or by the bravery that it must have taken cast member Yara to tell a room full of strangers about her experiences being imprisoned in Syria just for trying to see her family.
I really liked the performance. I’ve studied The Odyssey before, and loved it. As a student of Political Science, I was very captivated by social commentary about humanity and the walls and institutions that separate us from one another. Although I was initially confused by the stories being told on screen, which combined lines from the Odyssey with refugees telling their own stories. But I guess that’s the point– Jatahy wanted us to be confused at first, to recognize her main point that everybody has their own odyssey. That odysseys were not just ‘things that happened’ over a thousand years ago, but people’s experiences and stories that are still taking place today. As the first performance I saw while attending the YPAL conference, I was forced to think critically. The show really did make me rethink my own experiences and those of my friends, and really brought together the worlds of theater and society, setting the stage for a whole weekend of thought-provoking art and experiences.
For as long as I can remember, a common theme of my history classes has been atrocity. Atrocity, whether described by way of a particular historical moment or in a theoretical perspective, is often linked to the failure of democracy and the ways in which the organization of a society favors certain groups and discriminates against identities which are “inferior” to the norm. Walking into the main stage of the Comédie on Saturday night to see “Hate Radio: La Banalité du Mal”, I thought I had a grasp of what to expect. While I am no expert of the genocide that took place in Rwanda from the 7th of April, 1994 to July of that same year, I knew that the stories, actors, and main events of the mass slaughter were not foreign to me—this past fall I had even studied the role of the Radio Télévision Libre des Mille Collines for a project on hate speech. However, what I did not know, what I could not have expected, was the weight that would quickly fall onto the room once the lights were dimmed and each individual of the audience had placed their headset over their ears. Throughout 110 minute production, which was a combination of screened testimonies from witnesses of the genocide and live acting, I sat speechless, feeling like I was suffocating under the pressure of the stories I was listening to. While I can acknowledge that not one single viewer in that theatre could have taken any part of the show lightly, it was particularly difficult being a woman in that room. Sitting in the audience I listened to the four testimonials, all stories of people with various backgrounds and relations to Rwanda. In the third of the four depicted my hand I watched and I listened in horror, the entire time my hands covering my mouth. In his story, the young Rwandan man who spoke recounted the moment during the genocide when he was forced to flee from his home with his mother and siblings. The family took shelter in a school protected by the United Nations blue helmets, however, at one point a hutu militia broke in and began to massacre the tutsis hidden within. The man speaking on the screen, who must have been less than 10 years old at the time of the genocide, detailed how the women in the school building pleaded with the Hutu men, begging them for mercy. “Please take me as your wife instead of killing me. Please kill me quickly, I am pregnant. Please don’t rape me. Please don’t hurt my daughters, kill me first.” He took a pause before recalling how the officers responded: “the women’s breasts were cut off. The officer sliced open the stomach of the pregnant woman, letting her bleed. The woman was raped.” Sitting in the audience I felt paralyzed. As never before had I heard this version of the genocide, one that focused on the femicide. One that so graphically detailed how these women were raped, tortured, bodies abused and chopped up as if there was no life inside. The stories of atrocity we learn in our history classes often skip over these details; it should be remembered in history though, the deconstruction and humiliation of the female body. It should be remembered how the female
body is tortured and abused, and the role that women suffer in atrocity is in many ways, a story of its own. This theme continued in the next narrative, shared by a Rwandan woman who came from a township in a rural area; this women who looked so tired though she couldn’t have been older than 35 years old. She told the story of the day where Hutu militias stripped her mother down naked in front of her and her siblings, and murdered her right before their eyes. This was the same day where the same militants chopped off the legs of her two younger sisters and left them out to bleed. I remember squeezing my legs, making sure they were still there. This version of history, this narrative, the one of women, the one that we are rarely told in school will be the version that I will not be able to forget. The strength of storytelling in a theater, that sometimes we miss in the classroom or the academic scene, is that of empathy, compassion, and pain. In the theatre the artists are allowed to cross boundaries and borders, explore topics that might not be explored in academia, as a way to serve as an education, or sometimes a re-education, of the public. The exploitation of the female body in times of atrocity, particularly in the case of Rwanda, is the history that I will not be able to shake. *It is to note that none of the above is a direct quote from the narrator as I was unable to write done his precise phrasing in the theatre. The content is paraphrased but put in quotation marks for emphasis.
region now called the Democratic Republic of Congo has been called many names
throughout history. Each of the names marks a step in the colonisation and
abuses it has experienced. The performance, written by the Congolese
choreographer and director Faustin Linyekula tries to recount the horrific
story of the atrocities committed to creating the Democratic Republic of the
Congo and how this history impacts the country until today.
kingdom, Congo Free State, Belgian Congo, Republic of Congo Léopoldville, Democratic Republic of the Congo, Republic of
Zaire, Democratic Republic of the Congo
piece starts at the Berlin conference and how arbitrarily the European powers
split up the continent with the ideal of a free state in mind and “help” the
African people. Leopold, the King of Belgium, acquired Congo and started to
extract rubber from it. We see three black people stand in front of the
audience: two men and one woman. The older of the two men starts naming all the
men who sat at the table that split up Africa. With every name one can feel
chills, the potent anger of the man’s voice does what simply reading history
can’t, it makes us feel the horror these men sitting at the high table have
caused. We can feel the anger and the pain of the Congolese people radiating
from the man’s voice. While he is speaking, the younger man dances a Mongo
dance, and the contortions show a culture known in the audience has ever
witnessed before. With each finger twitch, the incredulity of the audience
grows for the unrestrained beauty of the dance. His movements are in complete
harmony with the story told by the other man, the pain coming from his
movements as well.
spectators get shaken out of their reverie once the woman starts her dance. It
is symbolic of the rape of the African continent. She dances, and with each of
her movements, anger, frustration, and emanating sadness can be felt. Hers is
probably the most intense of all the parts of the play already saturated with
negative emotions. The man reads the diary entries of Stanley describing the
burning of villages, the rape of the women, and the practice of cutting off
hands. The play portrays the grueling process the Lieutenant Léon Fievez
underwent to create the railway running through the country, through the dense
forests, from the cost to Leopoldville. During the eight years it took to
complete, around half of the Congolese population was killed.
we ask ourselves, why did these horrors occur? The answer lies in the fact that
Leopold wanted to enrich himself. He wanted a private colony at all costs, and
Congo turned out to be the collateral damage to his pursuit.
concept of democracy is present in the play as we can see that the process
Congo took ended up in the “democratic” Republic of the Congo. Moreover, the
atrocities committed by the European powers were atrocities committed by
democracies. It shows us the hypocrisy of our culture as the colonizers believed
they were aiding the other countries. While our countries actually abused the
relationship, killing people, and extracting resources from it to gain more
wealth all in the name of developing the less developed and help them reach a
similar state as us.
a student, especially an international who still struggles to perfect her
subjonctif, Reims can prove a challenging city to explore. Not because it
doesn’t have things to offer -quite on the contrary- but rather because it is
incredibly easy to get lost in ones’ university circles. Besides, friends’
apartments are close, and Bureau events are plenty. We don’t often move past
our dorm rooms or campus because we don’t like to challenge ourselves.
the artistic community of Reims is offering us students with an opportunity
that is difficult to reject. An opportunity that made me, upon participating in
it for the first time, reconsider the character of our town. It introduced me
not only to new pieces of art and a refreshing group of people but also to original
ideas that challenged the way I thought of the relations between art and
politics. YPALS stands for Young Performing Arts Lovers and it is a program
within the premises of the FARaway art festival of Reims that brings a few
dozens of young artists under a Remois roof for a weekend of socialization,
artistic exploration, and exposure to original art – and what a weekend it is.
those few, fleeting days the YPALS were given free tickets to some of the
festival’s headlining shows – we got to see riveting work, the likes of Hate
Radio, Congo, and the Lingering Now. They were all multifaceted and
multidisciplinary shows, bending the boundaries of what cinema, theatre, and
dance have to be. But what is unique about watching these shows through the
YPAL program is that one gets to experience them alongside likeminded
performing artists, that often have idiosyncratic takes to offer about the
spectacles. Which leads me to the utmost point about the YPAL experience: the
ushering us to shows and giving us plenty of chances to relax and enjoy our
environment, the organizers of the festival offered us the chance to
participate in free debates amongst ourselves and reputable writers and
artists. Imagine the scene: a few dozens of artists from different generations,
discussing “between lands,” as the project is appropriately named, and
expressing thoughts and counter-thoughts in many different languages via the
help of internal translations on issues of democracy, public policy & art. Disagreements
soon sparked amongst the cohort but discussions were always polite and
respectful albeit being impassioned. We all learned from each other the days of
the organized debates, most importantly, we learned that experience of art isn’t
universal. We all think of its contribution differently, of how it should be
funded or whether it should be regulated. Our conditioning and context greatly
influence our politics and we absolutely cannot take other people’s experience
program itself took us on a tour around Reims. Even for a seasoned “Remois”
student who has lived here for two years, the locations were refreshing and
showed the charming and active part of our town. Running from workshop to
debate to show, we would shift between the Comedie of Reims, its Atelier, the
FRAC (which, despite being right next to Sciences Po, most of us Sciences
Pistes had never visited), and the wonderfully unique Manege. On the daily we
were treated to elaborate lunches, brunches and dinners by the YPALs organizing
team at the Comedie bar, which was dressed in Amazonian leaves for the imminent
After Bresil bar night. We utilized these breaks as opportunities for
reflection and connection – it is where the YPALs truly got to do what they were
brought here to do: learn each other, explore cross-country narratives,