combat
Appearance exists, I've met it. At any time, in any place, at any time of my life. Friends, lovers, partners, acquaintances, family...
Making one's existence more "important" to oneself by just a few milliliters of an outrageously dissolved solution of self-knowledge.
Poetry of micro betrayal, invisible to the eye, but so strongly felt that it takes years to express its substance, to draw its outlines.
Between denial and rewards, the ordinary little fascism of parental education could be seen in the expressions on my father's face.
The paths of art cannot be traced in the footsteps of the voracious institution. Even less so those that only meander along infinite poetic breaks.
"The Sleeping Fleece" is the story of a childhood that becomes sexualised in an ambient puritanism through a fantastic and absurd quest: to grow up.
TV HOSTAGE-TAKING - STOP - MEDIA IN THE MUD WILL DRAG YOU - STOP - MAKE ME COME WITH YOUR MOLIÈRE - IT CAN'T BE WORSE THAN WHAT YOU'RE ALREADY CONSUMING.
