[…] the circus school is not a school as I was saying, because there are no desks or seats, no homework to send in or sick notes to bring. It is a place perfumed by blood, sweat and tears but it is also full of shouts of joy and embraces, of transformation and reflexion. Step by step it becomes the home of those who chose, more or less consciously, a hard and often (at least at the beginning) ungrateful path, that of circus. […]

It is not a school because everyone takes their own time to learn here, no one learns things at the same pace, […] because circus is the praise of diversity that begins with bodies and objects, to arrive to the aesthetics and a language that today mean that we no longer speak of circus, but of Circus Arts. And this is how we see a training centre become a world where different cultures, bodies and minds meet each other, along with diverse personalities and ways to understand circus. […] If I think about what circus is now, a quote by Jean-Michel Guy comes to mind “Circus is the space where reality transforms itself into metaphor”