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In the field of artistic research aimed at true freedom, reflection is not a sum of wishful thinking or wishes. It is an aspiration to understand one's own states and functioning, beyond a quest for objectivity about oneself. It aims to establish bridges and close interactions between the supposed and felt reality of one's being and one's personal poetry, in other words, the intrinsically biological system of one's thinking outside of any logic dictated by a submission to the coherence and expectations of society.
From then on, it is not a question of saying "I want" or "I must", but "I am going towards". So it is a question of orienting oneself, even as one creates or recreates the paths of one's progress. It is the movement of the quantity of these simultaneous and sometimes antinomic tasks that generates associations, mergers, clashes and collapses and that gradually leads to the drawing of a landscape, then a relief and finally an environment suitable for "living" one's thought and in one's thought. It is thus appropriate for the artist to systematically get rid of the "Why? and "How?" like so many morbid habits and to privilege the "To where" without worrying about the reasons and the means to achieve it. In this way, another creativity emerges, one that is detached from the predictive system to which one was ready to submit in the sincere belief that one was ready to create from the tools of one's true truth. This was to forget that the tools alone are of no use without the materials for which they are intended and for which they were created.
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In the field of artistic research, it is not a question of saying "I want" or "I must", but "I am going towards". It's about going in the right direction.