Space is a solitude. It delineates and separates. We count our actions while time disregards them, reclaiming our search for the impossible. Dance is the moment that, inexplicably, extends itself. Zab Maboungou presents a silent solo with music, filled with gesture of multiple references exuding in a point that is forever delayed. The movements are fluid, yet chiseled. They are extremely codified, yet executed with an incomparable freedom of style. The body is constantly solicitated and challenged in a game of persistance and transformation.