A platonic humour from our regions
Beyond the atrocious and useless deaths, the greatest victim of the ravages of the present era is a sense of humour.
Infirmities
Beyond the atrocious and useless deaths, the greatest victim of the ravages of the present era is a sense of humour.
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.
In a society of puppets, it is natural to become puppets. It remains to be able to endow them with singular bodies and adequate heads.
Artists, the real ones who would have something to say, hate the world and won't say anything to it, right? And it's much better that way, isn't it?
"Everything must go" is intended to make its participants perceive this total eclipse of self-confidence that makes the interpreter in true research.
The true individual venturing out of his isolation room, faints on contact with the air. He refuses to be legibly embodied in his words and deeds...
Sometimes it's painful... necessarily painful, referential icons. And sometimes in spite of them. All dogma stinks; not all people.
Scam; burning lie! The vigour of the body dominates all the wisdom of the old. The human is only true through the bluff of its characters.
When you create in a National Space, you don't meet the public, you meet the State. No artist can seriously claim to be free of it.
Capital and works of the mind are forever welded together: wealth is at hand. The art market is juicy, as we already knew.