Nudity offered

That intimate nudity that one should be able to show without falling into porn... blah blah blah blah blah...

Oh, boy! Beware, challenge for an artist, well let's say a quality filmmaker, what... blah blah blah blah blah blah... eroticism more refined than pornography... blah blah blah blah blah blah

Uh, excuse me, but aren't you tired of always spouting those same... uh... what... platitudes, banalities, bullshit even greater than the swelling expanse of all your stupidity?

An unbearably naive, silly, banal and yet so recurrent theme.

• You see, the suggestion of eroticism is so much stronger than pornographic brutality...
• Yes, yes, yes, yes... and my ass? "I would answer soberly.

I have indeed noticed that one of the most common basic questions when it came to talking about the nude on stage, was unfortunately the most absurd and miserable one, and the one most likely to betray the embarrassment and limitation of those who were asking it: what's in it for me?

Ah...?! And what does it get you out of getting dressed? And to say a text, what does it bring?

It is all the limiting imbecility of a look at art and the human being that we find condensed in this cliché of society and not the least.

Following this questioning, once a spectator has attempted the experience, one observes that, if he has not been totally convinced, a scale intended to decide tries to balance itself in the brain of the perplexed questioner. It appears that the parameters are very often as follows:

Either "audacity" seemed to him justified by the subject matter and made it acceptable, or, after evaluation, it suddenly became indispensable to the narrative.

Either the designer has committed the unforgivable by sacrificing to the greatest artistic blasphemy of the moment: gratuity. Here is a vast lifeline that a fine majority of intelligent connoisseurs like to hold on to with one man.

What if the subject that preceded all subjects was finally the foolishness of any culture stagnating in the swamps of its own values?

Not inevitably the deep stupidity, but the shadow of seriousness, which I distinguish from the serious and inhabited passion, which often comes to animate without grace, the spirit of the laws put in front of the nakedness of the bodies.

Nudity, nudity darling!

Just as a certain building spirit targets capital, a certain anarchy targets the concepts of gratuitousness.

Morality is certainly not my subject, but human beings are, with their surprising array of infatuations. Thus I can only look with mistrust at those of our fellow citizens in charge of the highest social functions, from education to image management, who, for some of them, seriously damage their credibility by revealing with guilty unconsciousness their absolute lack of simplicity in their relationship to their sexuality, their possible and rather rare speeches about their nudity in private, or even the barely disguised terror about their "public" body. Thus, we can see that the politician or senior official has no cock, pussy, or asshole, although some seem to wear them directly on their face. They only seem to be discovered when a matter of public morality prompts the media and civil society to go and look in their underpants. It seems that they would have been better off to have looked into it sooner.

The same is true of thinkers, artists and even performers, whose behaviour is often so insincere and childish that they do not inspire the confidence they seek to inspire through great and pathetic accounts of their experiences.

Thus, freethinkers are becoming scarce and seem to have less and less influence on power. Looking rather thanbe has always had its followers; the idea doesn't repulse me any more than that. I like freedoms and especially those that guarantee me a good distance from those I consider unattractive.

My dearest wish being to be taken into account for my work and distinguished for my talents, I want to affirm myself here in all the exciting scope of my subject without hiding anything:

the raw; sex; nudity; pornography of all kinds; the social place of fantasies; the aspiration to power; the crushed childhood that constitutes us; the masks of everyday life and the interplay of all these factors within us; the vocabulary of sexual excitement; shame and arrogance in obscenity.

In short, the unveiling through words and images of all kinds of what we will probably never quite be able to say definitively, but which makes our daily life the most joyfully universal and most violently hypocritical: animal desire.