Creations
Theatre in performance, performance in cabaret, cabaret in theatre... each stage discipline is mixed with another. The play is not pure and the naked body is added to the voice and the sung and spoken texts to mix the genes of the staging with the reality of the living.
Artists really do make up a breed of misery that I loathe. Worse still, the art lover: the idiot ends up in a pure state...
Time veils backwards, throws a theatrical tulle over the detailed vision of ancient crimes. The tragic beauty of history is more congenial than the impending horror.
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'm not going to tell you what it says, because I hope it doesn't say anything, nothing that's being said anyway. No stories.
In April 2013 at the Générateur, I invite you to discover this universe, to come and play and to evolve without any limit between being a spectator or an actor.
God is the world's largest testicle! The mirrored balls, the retrograde semen! Drop dead, you idiot, before the apes become men!
Life you lose? | What do you want to do? Shut down the system, reboot? To go straight to the wall, please? You keep this up.
Early concert for a bunch of bourgeois | Recto verso salutes you ; rectal ver sale... nothing but a long anal and sometimes musical poetry.
Alone beneath you | Like water damage oozing from my ceiling, the wet hair of your pussy disgusts in oblong beads on my flattened forehead.
Sodomy as an artistic gesture. For this performance, I decided to get a volunteer spectator to fuck me with a prop.
