Meeting Clara Pons is almost like chasing the rabbitAlice in Wonderland. Late, she finally arrives. We sit in the sun while shee heats her Tupperware: “For once I’m making myself some food in advance,” she says while reaching for her fork. To enter his universe, you have to take the measure of his radiant presence, central to the institution. At the entrance of the artists, we call out to her and greet her in all directions. “At first, they called me Madame La Plage,” she recalls, referring to the name of a specific program at the Grand Théâtre de Genève. Not easy for the young woman to tell herself. She has this humility that makes her prefer the present: “I am a kind of Swiss army knife”, here.
