Youmna Moac

Poo.etry By Madame deLoulou لولو De son nom de jeune fille Madame duBois خشب

About those two clown interventions on new territory. So grateful for the exploration and the discovery. It was poo.etry, the first time, this summer. I had the chance to do a clown intervention with @thepitperiodical for their one year anniversary. *The pitch was simple* Our world is shitty; we need to find the right words to make sense of it. So, we played together, played with words. Starting with random prompts, we came up with little witty, provocative haikus that reflect our reality. Those little poo.ems gave us a sense of agency, a way to frame and shape our emotions and reflections. The real poetry was the connection we threaded together in the encounter and exchange. Then, It was poo.litical, the second time, this fall. I had the chance to be invited to be part of @theamaradolce ’s clowndom in its clown anti(farce) edition, coproduced with @gus.jemus and @charlot_bean Life is shitty again, and the systems managing it stink deeply. The silence roaming around the important matters we need to tackle keeps us locked in place. So we have to break the silence, pop the awk.word silence, once again with words that shape our world. *The idea was to point out the state of things, unmasked and raw, with a toilet paper white flag. Sometimes we need to break some rules to move things.* We need to talk about what is ta.poo. Poo.litic is tricky, it does not have to be shitty, though. I see those two events as part of the same inner impulse, a “bridge action”. Somehow, my inner compass’ spectrum goes from poetry to politics and settles somewhere in the middle. The world might look shitty today. However, I would like to believe that we have the strength, if we have the will, to alchemize it into something that is softer, more beautiful, real and free. Intention is magic.

Poo.litics By Madame duBois خشب De son nom de jeune fille Madame deLulu لولو

This Body is a Landscape part two 🌊 What a rich and meaningful experience it was to collaborate with Youmna on her shoulder piece. We worked together over a few months to create a drawing that represents her relationship to the Mediterranean Sea and coast of Lebanon, and how that water has held and supported her body in making the challenging decision to move her life to Montréal. I feel beyond grateful to have helped facilitate this process of alchemy: of metabolizing this difficult transition, one that no one should be forced to make, recording that moment, that embodied connection to the sea, that relationship to a place that is so sacred to her. To give Youmna a sea hug that she will carry on her body forever 🌊💙🌀 Honoured to have had your trust through this process Youmna . . . . . . . . . . . . #seatattoo #watertattoo #seahug #mediterranean #lebanontattoo

Il y a très peu de choses à célébrer dernièrement. Le monde n’est pas festif. Mais s’il y a quelque chose qui donne envie de se lever chaque matin, c’est la connexion. Le clown est au cœur de cela. Sa provocation douce. Sa bienveillance désarmante. Sa radiance sans permission. Sa créativité qui réinvente le monde, une connexion à la fois. Mon clown est né à travers un travail de choeur. Je le dois à ma communauté et ma chosen family. Rire sans avoir à comprendre les mots. Comprendre sans expliquer. Tomber ensemble, se relever en miroir. Le clown ne traduit pas, il relie. Dans cette tour de Babel dans laquelle on vit, tout langage universel, devient sacré. La clownerie en est un. La musique un autre. La nourriture un troisième… L’humain au centre de tout ça. العَبَس يَعْبُس الحُب يُلْحِم Et dans ce lien aussi puissant que fragile et surtout essentiel, il y a peut-être encore quelque chose à célébrer. Ondes pensées.pansées à mes habibis éparpillé.e.s autour du monde.

Petit carrousel d’un rêve qui se concrétise. Je n’étais pas encore à Montréal, quand j’ai envoyé ce message au Festival des clowns de Montréal, presque de nulle part. L’idée de pouvoir retrouver une communauté qui pourrait m’accueillir et me voir, pour ce que je suis, m’enchantait énormément. Et, j’y suis. Presque deux ans après, à posteriori d’une édition; à laquelle j’ai pu prendre part, au cœur de l’action. And if you know me, you know how important it is for me to drive a car and to be on the road. And on top of that, a clown car!! So grateful for @nessiesjeans who never saw me like a blank page, and was here since day one, to open up ways for my clown to meet the clown world in Montréal. -Shout out for all the ways she opens up, for all the clowns she picks up on the way- Reconnaissante pour le @conseilartsmtl qui m’a offert l’opportunité de mettre la main à la pâte, grâce au programme DémArt. Cette subvention m’a aidé à démarrer ma petite voiture de clown, dans la ville de Montréal. Et, en bonne voiture de clowns, elle ne fait que grandir en espace, cette voiture en matchbox; en accueillant de plus en plus de clowns à bord. Ça demande des humains pour rendre ce monde plus humain. Et je suis tellement reconnaissante d’en croiser, ces humains qui croient encore à un monde plus juste, plus libre et plus équitable. Faut être fous pour y croire, fou de la vie! Merci à @awesomephotography.ca d’avoir capturé ce moment de complicité suspendu au Gala Cabaret de cette édition du @mtlclownfest 2026 #كيس serasera For all that this ride will be, with our bags and our tricks. ✊♥️

A random post about celebrating life in all its seasons. Oups, Aie! Did it again. My heart is sometimes in my nose. My brain is sometimes in my eyes. Fuck le profit sur la vie. Qu’il vente, qu’il neige, qu’il pleuve…. Le soleil finira toujours par rayonner! With or without goggles, the deep sea calls for a dive. Nails out. Spoon licking life…

Être adulte … C’est faire déborder le lait du bol et attendre qu’on nous le reproche; pour se rendre compte, qu’on a des comptes à rendre à personne d’autre qu’à soi. C’est un mur qui nous enlace. C’est du sucre en poudre sur le beurre et sur le nez. C’est un rayon de soleil sur des larmes déguisées en santé. C’est trouver le désert au milieu d’une ville enneigée. C’est trouver le casque de son père dans une vitrine vintage. C’est une لفة بالعالم ما بتسوى لفة عروسة أمي. C’est une réflexion qui chuchotte : “Tu es chez toi et il y a de la lumière dedans.” It’s unstable connection. C’est sortir de l’ombre. C’est faire des simulations d’obscurité. It’s a bumpy ride. الفطرة. Common sense. Le bon sens C’est comprendre qu’il n’y a pas d’adulte. On est juste des enfants qui se calment, qui s’envolent, qui se battent ou s’isolent, qui essayent de jouer au risque d’échouer, pour parfois gagner une partie … de soi Et le reste est… En 1882 Paul Verlaine disait “littérature” En ce moment, de la pourriture… Avec l’espoir que ça se composte…

A post about a feeling through the abnormal. Time is space. The pit published my poo.litical poo.etry. Tough love in the palm of my hand. Surveille la camera de surveillance. Home is a deep connection. فلافل. To the moon and back. Where the shadow kiss the light.

I went to @collective.sama ’s fundraiser event. The lineup made so much sense in the absurdity we live in. -What made sense is this, for me Scroll and read- No-one is free until we all are. Let things move. In you. Through you. Around you. Let things move. 📒Bayrūt cook book by my dear friend @hisham_ad who is in Beirut now standing and clowning around ✊♥️

I went to @collective.sama ’s fundraiser event last Sunday. And the lineup made so much sense in the absurdity we live in. -What made sense is… Please look at the next post/carousel. I am not made for IG posts I think, a blog must be calling me.- To be there, was such a relief and a blessing. A real ‎فشّت خلق! A miracle to be able to feel as it is our most human agency in the face of it all. That day, I fought every cell of my body to push myself out of my four walls, where I had been holding my ground for the past week behind my screen. One thing was sure: I wanted to be with my peers. War is alienating in so many different ways. For the longest time, war would affect the “region” it was happening in. Thankfully today, it is affecting everyone, everywhere. You know when you have a pain in your hip, but it is actually linked to your liver, and now it’s affecting all your functional systems … and only when it becomes paralysing everywhere do we get to take a sick leave and start working on each symptom … and most importantly, its essence ? This is it. We’re in metastasis now as a global entity. And I am very hopeful about it, I am not using this word lightly. The system is attacking itself. However, the news has been quite hopeful, around cancer research in recent years, especially when intertwined with other specialties that support it, like psychosomatic, spiritual, more holistic work. We, as a community here in MTL, got to feel all sorts of emotions this evening… something our loved ones, in the war zone, cannot afford nowadays. As long as our people are fighting, dying, giving it all in the “liver” (war) zone, we owe it to them, while we can still feel (and this is our responsibility) to move things in the headquarters…. LET THINGS MOVE In you. Through you. Around you. Let things move.

🎪 La directrice du festival @nessiesjeans nous parle de la programmation. Une programmation clownesque très sérieuse. Du 10 au 18 avril, le Festival des Clowns de Montréal vous promet une chose :�rire de tout. Absurdité, poésie et grandes conneries sont au rendez-vous. Parce que rire de tout… c’est du sérieux. 🎟 Billets en vente; lien en bio 🤡✨