Atheist and human, no fuss...
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.
Public
Some people like to say "the public". For my part, I prefer to use the singular, considering that there is only one audience, undifferentiated, like the crowds. On the other hand, the composition of this unique group varies with each performance, made up of an infinite variety of spectators. So many individualities that give the other side of the play its resolutely different colours.
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.
The civilization of the individual is a personal act that leads him to question his own situation between savagery and the "product" of culture.
During Scrap, the public is invited to make their own marks, blur, and enrich the narrative with their own proposals by tweeting in response to them.
Call for participation from visitors who are not afraid to put on their outfit, ball gown or animal skin and still know how to play impudently with themselves.
This idea of having to share emotion at all costs as a crowning achievement in exceptional circumstances has become partially foreign to me.
Sodomy as an artistic gesture. For this performance, I decided to get a volunteer spectator to fuck me with a prop.