The pleasure of waiting for it to bite
Start by undermining the basis of my nature. Set the moral high ground and wait for the... cement to set... the wide asses of the cows that live here...
Concepts
There is no dignified personality that does not accept and love reality in its pure animality. Neither thinker, nor artist, nor anyone else is to be considered if he creates his life production in the bed of false concepts.
Let's just say that these are my ways of seeing and approaching things. That doesn't mean I always share them, but they are there and it would be foolish to deny them. The interest of thinking is also not to constantly agree with oneself. This is even, I believe, what interests me in art and life: the real; what is and not what we want it to be; therefore not necessarily realism or reality, which seems to me to lean more towards the perception of phenomena than the simple observation of their existence.
Start by undermining the basis of my nature. Set the moral high ground and wait for the... cement to set... the wide asses of the cows that live here...
TO PREVENT STORIES is DEAD! Instead of aspiring to grow, let's stop taking ourselves for what we cannot be. Let's stop idealizing.
I am a program. I am a program. This + this + this + this. I don't decide it. I am not the master, just the guidance counselor...
The civilization of the individual is a personal act that leads him to question his own situation between savagery and the "product" of culture.
Is there such a thing as a "useful war"? Are there bloody skirmishes that constitute progress or an advantage for one or the other of the belligerents?
Love is like an enriched ore. In its pure state, it destroys the inner self. To keep it at a distance is not selfishness, quite the contrary.
From almost nothing, learning to improvise freely extends the playful potential of each individual to the dimensions of his own imagination.
I am a plant, an animal, an asteroid or a living room bench... I am whatever my imagination can make of me.
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
I interpreted the idea of designing a coat of arms as the idea of adorning a shield. Its center symbolizes my project. This is the part that interested me the most.