My pornography
My pornography is the rejoicing space of my excitement and the voluptuous retreat of my tranquility. It is the sunny resort of my thoughts.
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My pornography is the rejoicing space of my excitement and the voluptuous retreat of my tranquility. It is the sunny resort of my thoughts.
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.
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.
As Victor says about the spider and the nettle - not Dr. Frankenstein, but his friend old Hugo - I love hate because we hate it.
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...
The path to hell is paved with good feelings as much as the road to the Wizard of Oz is paved with sparkling golden bricks. Nociousness.
Time veils backwards, throws a theatrical tulle over the detailed vision of ancient crimes. The tragic beauty of history is more congenial than the impending horror.
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...
Demanding, demanding, demanding | A look at the declinations at the root of an artistic involvement in the creation of projects
That I am forced to compromise and I cast off for other skies, sad, but consistent with my desire for autonomy.