Courage or absence
Courage is a taboo, and everyone has their own way of convincing themselves that they are not completely devoid of it.
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.
Courage is a taboo, and everyone has their own way of convincing themselves that they are not completely devoid of it.
I insist here on the value that I attach to arbitrariness as the salvation of poorly fruitful creative situations offered by apparent logic.
To remain silent would be a decent way of stifling thought, which will always be the painful expression of an order given to oneself by one's own mental bourgeoisie.
To decry sexual exhibition is to deny the reality of coitus, the most banal of our realities, in favour of an illusion of self, the mother of all violence.
Work isn't interesting. It's being inspired that is. To be inspired is to be called to something more challenging than what was intended.
There's a wolf waiting for me at the end of the highway. Pay up carnivorous age. Doesn't mean I took a wrong turn.
Artists, the real ones who would have something to say, hate the world and won't say anything to it, right? And it's much better that way, isn't it?
Violence and harshness are in the air. "Fond d'âme mental", a poetic text written on November 1, 2015, before the terror came.
One morning, or rather one night, a new blog was born in my little family of sites, a messed-up blog, designed to collect spelling mistakes with a ladle.
The true individual venturing out of his isolation room, faints on contact with the air. He refuses to be legibly embodied in his words and deeds...