Morning and evening for a year, they contemplate and watch over Saint-Ouen at sunrise and sunset

In her wooden shelter lit by the electricity fairy, the teacher gives the impression of being at the top of a lighthouse. At its feet, the large park and the shared gardens are frozen by the cold. The incinerator’s chimney points to the horizon. The first joggers begin their towers of this little corner of greenery. Behind, dominates the very high wall of buildings from Old Saint-Ouen. AniKso is one of the 730 people who participate in the Watcue cycle, a performance imagined by the choreographer Joanne Leighton and his WLDN company.