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.
anti-history
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.
1st book of the Book All | I spend my nights sheltered from you, despite your suavely mellow, hygienic and concerned voice.
But you don't understand that it's all about hours, days, context. That in a little while you won't be saying hello to me.
My drawings and collages are more the result of my excavations and stage research than "pictorial works".
Single images / Multiple images / Sober images / Dirty images / I dream of audible images on vast, taut skins that would resonate with their senses
I came back from the land of the people / Centaur of the revolution / I rode all the way around on my own back / Sometimes it's all right
Sports, nothing but sports without a state of mind and no sex with women at this time because the manly friendship, too, is falling apart...
It's not about making love, it's about sexuality. Ah your values, your values, if you could put them where I think for once!
I insist here on the value that I attach to arbitrariness as the salvation of poorly fruitful creative situations offered by apparent logic.
To remain silent would be a decent way of stifling thought, which will always be the painful expression of an order given to oneself by one's own mental bourgeoisie.