Bernard Bousquet | The Man Who Walks
The work of Bernard Bousquet, plastic surgeon, crosses my concerns. His anti-spectacular personality too. Silkscreen printing serves his artistic quest.
introspection
The work of Bernard Bousquet, plastic surgeon, crosses my concerns. His anti-spectacular personality too. Silkscreen printing serves his artistic quest.
There's the work that we don't do, that makes other works do... that feeds them all the time... the great mass that is huge... it's beautiful... good night...
Theatre, wandering creature, eternally dying, adrift, floating in its sea of excrement like a cacochymous whale
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.
Adult, your world is a mistake from start to finish. You have been wrong and always will be. In doing so, you are dragging us, those of us who do not want to be part of your world.
We have the opportunity to give our lives another meaning. This margin of freedom is called art. This is where Mr. Hyde comes to the aid of the frightened Dr. Jekyll...
It is human and tribal to have to be constantly reassured about one's membership in a community and the relative state of one's loneliness
I have nothing to offer that will satisfy you perfectly. Come: to see. Leave: without saying anything. Think about it : whatever you want...
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.