My nights in the shelter
Me, I spend my nights in the shelter. From everything. Sheltered from you, in spite of your suavely mellow voice that's so concerned with radio, hygienic and concerned.
On the way.
There will always be something at the end
Me, I spend my nights in the shelter. From everything. Sheltered from you, in spite of your suavely mellow voice that's so concerned with radio, hygienic and concerned.
"Childhood of art", not in the sense of simplicity (can childhood be simple?), but understood as the dawn of another form: the staging of a site.
Attempted social evasion | There's no room for social chatter here. Not even on a good morning. And that's just as well.
The path to hell is paved with good feelings as much as the road to the Wizard of Oz is paved with sparkling golden bricks. Nociousness.
Life is not a child running or a bird flying away. That is life, nothing else. The living is what moves life.
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...
Artists die like so many other endangered species. Their territories are restricted, their voices are discreetly silenced.
The civilization of the individual is a personal act that leads him to question his own situation between savagery and the "product" of culture.
Because my work has led me to question the integrity of artists and their ability to behave according to their convictions.
Scrap preparation | Its times of reflection, its moments of creation | Focus on the step by step implementation of a performance.