Light ivory
Thinking of oneself as an artistic endeavour is a complex process. Why write? Perhaps simply to feed the flow of things.
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Thinking of oneself as an artistic endeavour is a complex process. Why write? Perhaps simply to feed the flow of things.
They are the very soil in which an individual's existence is built. Free from the constraints of social behaviour, these unknown materials seek out the unconstrained.
A new free and raw blog, as a necessary refuge for the written word. A little secret but not stuttering and spontaneously readable for anyone who would like to come there.
2nd book of the Livre Tout | I've been wanting to let a rhizome grow in my building for a long time, but the walls weren't cracked enough yet.
Whether it is scenic, textual, sound, visual or graphic, my art is exclusively sexual. It is rooted in a fascination with our bodies.
My art of living is nourished by the joyful obscenity of childhood; disguises, make-up, genitals manipulated like toys and sexualities...
My pornography is the rejoicing space of my excitement and the voluptuous retreat of my tranquility. It is the sunny resort of my thoughts.
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.
"Childhood of art", not in the sense of simplicity (can childhood be simple?), but understood as the dawn of another form: the staging of a site.