Nastasia Bruneau blends her training as a psychologist with her sensitivity as a singer and musician in her lyrics.
Her texts explore human vulnerabilities with tender lucidity.
Influenced by listening to the living world, she seeks to evoke feelings, awaken emotions, and soothe the soul.
*****
Donkey Skin
- Once upon a time, and the magic Donkey… -
« There are films we watch.
And then there are the ones that witness us growing up.
Donkey Skin, Jacques Demy’s film. I remember seeing it as a child on television and already sensing the age. It felt slow, oddly out of step with my world.
And yet, it seeped into me. Almost like a spell. I had no language for it but my body recognised something.
The dresses stayed with me.
Dresses that could not exist.
Dresses made of sun and moon and leave like childhood dreams .
I honestly believe that experience where it all began.
A fascination with extravagant gowns — not as decoration, but as a way of inhabiting oneself. A way of taking up space in the world.
It sounds simple. It is not.
Donkey Skin is not a gentle fairy tale.
Something deeply unsettling runs through it.
A desire that should not exist. A line that is crossed. An incestuous tension the film does not explain it simply lets it , be there, uncomfortable, unresolved, difficult for modern eyes to bear.
And this is exactly where the transformation starts.
She does not change in order to shine.
She changes in order to survive.
She makes herself repellent.
She erases herself.
She hides beneath dirt and ugliness to escape being seen.
She disappears from the social world so she can remain alive inside.
The donkey skin is not a costume.
It is a form of protection.
An instinctive, almost animal response to danger.
Then comes time.
The place inside her is différents nothing sparkles anymore.
Where no one looks at you, desires you, or projects anything into you.
Being forgotten is unsettling but there are no enemies left, no battles to fight.
And that is where something begins to rebuild.
When she becomes visible again, it is not a return to who she was.
The woman beneath the gown is not the same.
Beauty is no longer something imposed on her; it is something she chooses to reclaim.
Very early on, Donkey Skin taught me that transformation is not always about rising.
Sometimes, it happens through falling.
Through dirt.
Through silence.
And that transforming is not about becoming someone else.
learning to remove yourself in order to stay alive
And returning only when the threat of being stripped of yourself has passed, when your sense of power is your own again.
Not the power to dominate.
But the power to soften borders, and to find a living balance between yourself and the world and the world within you. »
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