The blog of a naked actor
To remain silent would be a decent way of stifling thought, which will always be the painful expression of an order given to oneself by one's own mental bourgeoisie.
We form a system where everything is amalgamated and where nothing rubs shoulders, where reproduction and women, disability and childhood, weakness and homosexuality are assimilated.
To decry sexual exhibition is to deny the reality of coitus, the most banal of our realities, in favour of an illusion of self, the mother of all violence.
I'm building my tomb, my isolation, my kingdom, my sewer. I'm equipping my fragile Nautilus from the inside to bandage like a kid on the face of the world.
While looking for the solution, I'm suffocating in the Web and the 2-dimensional page. I hope for a third one for a non-linear narrative art.
I don't care about the emotional and social lives of my contemporaries. Finally, if you allow it, I degenerate in peace!
Some improbable and primitive metamorphoses in search of those who aspire to be told only the nonsense of the stories.
Cock-Tail apple/sex: 2 proportions of cock for a proportion of vulva. This is how my psychic identity is defined. There you go.
As Victor says about the spider and the nettle - not Dr. Frankenstein, but his friend old Hugo - I love hate because we hate it.
Some objectives of the "Totally Nude" workshop: Risking oneself in a body bath. Give yourself the freedom to stay there. Tranquilize your fear. To confront desire.
