Material(s) to be reflected on
An experience to be shared, in the end simpler than it seems.
Dear fashionable theater, I didn't wait for you to make sex and nudity my hobbyhorse. Naked bodies and mine in the first place are the tools and inspiration of my life and my work. The notion of "playful sex" implies considering one's genital apparatus and the whole erotic body as a toy with which, as we do as children with our puppets and once adult, with our partners, we are likely to invent stories for ourselves. There you go.
Here the theatre is emptied of its substance to keep only the envelope and this tired heart is replaced by an organic and cybernetic free-wheeling desire, more in keeping with our times devoid of anguish and subjects.
Here I build my shelter, my castle, my tomb, my seclusion, my sewer, my kingdom, my head, my beast, my body... the whole panoply of my thinking materials. Improvising every day, I equip my fragile Nautilus from the inside...
...just to build me up on stage
Here mockery is there to express the hatred of the worshippers. Those who believe in incensing beyond reality, their infant, their father, their mother, their models, their idols. They unwittingly shape the source of evil. Of all the evil that exists in this world; that whose origin is the hope in the existence of "superior" beings, superior worlds, places of dreams that make room for another life. It is hope in all its morbidity. It is the anchor of all vanity and contempt. Envy and morbid admiration are perpetually correlated.