The Book Everything
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.
mental space
At the price of a square metre, the virtual world of the Web can be seen as an opportunity to afford large spaces. For me, a website is like a second home; a vast loft where I can spread out and sometimes even feel a little sheltered from the physical world.
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.
Why is it that when I walk into a theater, do I want to leave? Why when I randomly open a book, do I look forward to closing it?
"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.
An ode to the exhibition in the form of an initiatory journey. The fantastical universe of a man subjected to his sex and his journey towards his desire for nudity.
Sorry, coming through! You have no right to stop me from passing! I have nothing to reproach myself for. I've always been in order with the administration. I'm sorry!
My drawings and collages are more the result of my excavations and stage research than "pictorial works".
I said what I had to say. I did what I had to do. I don't owe anybody anything. Just the taste is busting my balls.
Single images / Multiple images / Sober images / Dirty images / I dream of audible images on vast, taut skins that would resonate with their senses
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!
Artists really do make up a breed of misery that I loathe. Worse still, the art lover: the idiot ends up in a pure state...