“Even if the constraints of my craft force me to meet the outside world, still my internal rhythm is that of the track. There, the time does not tick by, it turns, endlessly, dial of a watch which says nothing of months and years, always going back for every new creation to its starting point, as nothing or no one is seemingly getting older.
From then on, in this ring, the artists and horses of Zingaro are ageless. Well, I, for one, do not know their age. All of them are often here for ages. That’s the word: for ages. It is enough to live and describe our company.
At Zingaro, neither the men nor the horses are hired for a given duration. Here and now, they live their common history as much as they wish. As much as they can. Here, time is never a reaper, it is a simple nest in which we create.”
Bartabas, in L’Almanach Zingaro, Éditions Actes Sud, 2014.