Fiction for a clutch on reality
Born from the mating of a stage and an audience, the performance comes into the world as the fruit of a pagan harvest.
poetry unsuspected
Born from the mating of a stage and an audience, the performance comes into the world as the fruit of a pagan harvest.
Capital and works of the mind are forever welded together: wealth is at hand. The art market is juicy, as we already knew.
From the theatre to the Internet, it is a question of extending the stage to the Web, of interpreting the Web as an extension of the stage, of playing one's role online.
Life you lose? | What do you want to do? Shut down the system, reboot? To go straight to the wall, please? You keep this up.
"JaZon Pilot 1" is the second solo performance I've done. It inaugurates the upcoming episodes of "The Sleeping Fleece".
Sodomy as an artistic gesture. For this performance, I decided to get a volunteer spectator to fuck me with a prop.
Innocent old children, ghosts with black noses like those of koalas, form the new human zoo. Let's touch it. You get touched.
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.