1. What we are
In the crucible of the lies we unconsciously model for injustices, we discover that perfection is imagination, like the beautiful and the ugly. Not being of this world, only remains the happiness and contemplation. These precious moments and counted, almost ridiculous but what are we are done.
2.
In a place dedicated springs a fleeting explosion, reactive and provocative staging of ambiguous desire. Grotesque, absurd and terrifying, with the urge to vomit, I see the source of taboo and therefore that of my distresses. And yet they are the ones we learn the most. I have the feeling of living in a straitjacket that disintegrates, a yoke that drags just out of spite, which existed only by the fear of emptiness.
There is the danger game, a game of Russian roulette, sometimes daily. Then the fascination of evil, which most often can not be a staged, an attitude, a response that more conscious, to a world that seems to work backwards. Symptoms of fatigue against preformatted answers, I want to show you what that will make you vomit, which will disturb you. I want you to do what you never wanted to do, what you regret all your life and at the same time, always somewhere 'll be glad you did.
4. The spirit of revenge
ago what Andre Breton called the cry of the spirit that turns and turns itself, decided to crushed at all costs and relentlessly barriers. And one reaches what is claimed not to be an uncertain path. Done savers of imagination and fantasy, the world seems easy to understand at first glance, but it quickly reveals unlivable. dint of glorifying one part of ourselves, others, obscured, retaliate.
5. Test
Fighting indifference, the consequences of the abdication of reason by coercion of minds more or less malicious. Like any argument based on a fiction is applicable to reality, I look in the imagination and in my emotions, the keys of the world around me. We must some distance to see what is holding us back.
With the help of the Surrealist Manifesto by André Breton
and "Art and Performance", foreword by Laurie Anderson. >>>
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