Performance
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.
From the genesis of "La Toison dort" in 2005 to the creation of the "Parques d'attraction" in 2013: Worrying continuation in ideas or saving stubbornness?
Even if it is dangerous to understand it literally, the Amok is nevertheless a phenomenon on which the being in search of itself must lean
I have nothing to offer that will satisfy you perfectly. Come: to see. Leave: without saying anything. Think about it : whatever you want...
A livable world. In the experiment, I am my own guinea pig. You are free to choose a similar place. All are possible.
Methodology of the Fates addressed to the public : incentives to play, temptation of possibilities, how to intervene... everything tends to push to the staging of oneself
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
The body is a stage, a set, a playground and each new sex, the latest toy to unleash passions.
I will always try to legitimately welcome the confusion of girls who would put their index finger in contact with mine to make light.
I would have exchanged my whole being, my dark skin and my brown hair for an ounce of the bewitching and diabolical charm of little Martin Stephens
I interpreted the idea of designing a coat of arms as the idea of adorning a shield. Its center symbolizes my project. This is the part that interested me the most.
