What is "getting hard on the side" in art if not "getting hard on the side"? But not in a sinister, neurotic way. No, it's about having a happy hard-on for yourself. But not in a sinister, neurotic way. No, on the contrary. It's about having a joyful hard-on for oneself, getting excited by one's own excitement, plunging into the appetite of one's own existence and enjoying one's own creative faculties. It is not a question of breaking with the world of others, but rather of knowing one's own, intimately, without shame, before allowing oneself to consider understanding the one around us. This is, in my opinion, the approach that many of us lack; in particular, and this is the most serious, those who claim to guide us.

Performance is an eternally virgin land, with paradisiacal borders blurred and preciously maintained by those who like to get lost in it. The ones I propose are childish performances for grown-ups where incoherence is not without tails and heads and where nudity is the most serious of costumes.