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.
art
This is what you can do by combining high standards and lightness. If you don't have the talent to exist, you can make works, but not necessarily art.
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.
I am a program. I am a program. This + this + this + this. I don't decide it. I am not the master, just the guidance counselor...
Writing relieves the tension of over-thinking, stops the bleeding, cauterizes the sense, temporarily closes the still moist wound.
Artists die like so many other endangered species. Their territories are restricted, their voices are discreetly silenced.
I am thinking this morning of André Lazare, of his beautiful wife Patricia, of some of the members of the small team he had gathered around him.
Sometimes it's painful... necessarily painful, referential icons. And sometimes in spite of them. All dogma stinks; not all people.
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.
Scrap preparation | Its times of reflection, its moments of creation | Focus on the step by step implementation of a performance.
Even alone, one may not be in tune with one's inner self. We are too afraid that it is a crime. Fortunately there is the mask to help us be.
The work of Bernard Bousquet, plastic surgeon, crosses my concerns. His anti-spectacular personality too. Silkscreen printing serves his artistic quest.