As if by magic, Pinocchio, a puppet made of rough wood, comes to life. Too proud and always making wrong choices, he painfully and naively ventures forth. At the end of an eventful initiatory journey, he finally frees himself from the strings that manipulate him, becoming a child in his own right. Exceptional choreographic material, these fantastical metamorphosis evoke the torments of the body, the soul's turnarounds, the changes we are all confronted with. The choreographer deconstructs this story to extract its subtle essence. On the scale of our shared history, we are the offspring of these astonishing plant and animal transformations, which seem to be the work of magic. They speak of us, of our inherent link with nature. Our expressions are rich in them. Don't we speak of wooden legs, airheads, goose bumps, pig heads, lynx eyes, cow skins or houndstooth?