And steal the fish...
Even alone, one may not be in tune with one's inner self. We are too afraid that it is a crime. Fortunately there is the mask to help us be.
Creation
What is my creation?
To create bridges spanning a river of metaphors and to interpret the movements of its bed in contact with the bathers who get wet in it
Even alone, one may not be in tune with one's inner self. We are too afraid that it is a crime. Fortunately there is the mask to help us be.
The work of Bernard Bousquet, plastic surgeon, crosses my concerns. His anti-spectacular personality too. Silkscreen printing serves his artistic quest.
There's the work that we don't do, that makes other works do... that feeds them all the time... the great mass that is huge... it's beautiful... good night...
With its large, resolutely empty space, the Generator doesn't care about the itchiness of the vermin that sometimes infest it.
First sleepless night. I have become accustomed to seeing my nights as a succession of hours and not as a whole stretch that opposes the day.
...voluntarily alone and totally naked, left to oneself, a few kilometers away from a city that one is preparing not to flee, but to invest...
The sexes, pussies and dicks, are always kneaded with the innocence of their weak culture | It's beautiful that it is like this
Behind the pretexts, homophobia, violence against women or any other primary racism, lies the persistent hatred of childhood
Demanding, demanding, demanding | A look at the declinations at the root of an artistic involvement in the creation of projects
That I am forced to compromise and I cast off for other skies, sad, but consistent with my desire for autonomy.