Carte blanche

The Maison des Jonglages and the Samovar renew their partnership for the second year in a row. This year, we give free rein to Ludor Citrik to create an event at the crossroads of clowning and juggling.

The card is white, and slightly yellowed by the wear of time. On closer inspection, a form stands out. It is The Fool, the Arcana with no name, the jester joculatore with his stick and his bag. Between the lines, the details assert themselves. It would seem that the juggling histrion, the shining eye, the swollen neck veins and the gasping mouth wants to tear themselves from the map as if to come to life. Be ready for a crap-load of bullshit. Er, sorry, prepare yourselves for a nonsensical ruckus !