Bad defeat for a defeated room
Why is it that when I walk into a theater, do I want to leave? Why when I randomly open a book, do I look forward to closing it?
Theatre and institutions
The art that professes to please is distorted on contact with the hand it licks.
National funding of culture may have its raison d'être, but woe (or rather glory) to those who confuse responding to a command with obeying the commands of an institution that can only think of itself through the good tone of the moment.
Why is it that when I walk into a theater, do I want to leave? Why when I randomly open a book, do I look forward to closing it?
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.
In the theater of degradation... we go to great lengths to chain together beautiful images "in homage to..." At the Generator, we put our strength into the art of creation.
Théâtre Dissolution, ten solutions for the Theatre ... it will take much more to free from its gangue of sediment and algae, a fantastic creature who no longer even knows that it sleeps under the silt of preconceived ideas and applause of complacency.
The Feces are the evolution of "The Fleece Sleeps" in the sense of the Pokémon series, i.e. a stage evolved to the next degree of the same species.
Man-woman, bestial child, woman-child... the palette of identities emerges through the animality and mythologies of our species.
Theatre, wandering creature, eternally dying, adrift, floating in its sea of excrement like a cacochymous whale
I write with my dick and sign a taste trick. Cocoa idol, my phallus becomes edible for those who can suck its meaning.
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?
Misery doesn't only strike the poor world. It also sticks to the most titanic means and reveals the saddest illusion of surface creativeness.