There is no parade. Clowns do not proliferate between acts. Trusting the audience's intelligence and imagination, Quaidam offers something rare while displaying rare talents. It offers a surreal evocation of myth, symbols and suggestions without ever explaining itself. Audiences could also just accept the physical miracles with no need for explanation.
Artists soar and gyrate, suspended from ceiling-tracked cords and conveyors.
One seemingly nude woman performs a sensuous suspended solo ballet intertwined in massive silk ribbons. Other artists swirl on the floor, tumbling, twisting into human pyramids or on delicately balanced supports. Looking like Leonardo DeVinci's man within a circle, a performer moves a wheel from within and from outside while never leaving it, rolling, turning as if he and the wheel were always one. Imaginatively costumed characters enter and exit the circle like fleeting visions. Several other performers watch the action while suspended in chairs, as if transported by what they witness.