Tabula Lapsa, Natura Rasa… La Peau d’une fleur

I live on transforming ruins…

In the dust, a heavy and thick smoke with the flavor of strawberry chewing gum emerges from the walls… In the mist, I walk slowly towards an efflorescence which, formerly and in the era of the Flemish primitives, could hide the sex of women.

I was born in an XX body, I aspire to a better life in an earthly paradise that only exists for brief moments. They are part of my memory and the fantasies of an image, product of my imagination…

I borrow the existence that imprints my journey. Land of treasures, I explore, discover, hatch and honor the celestial flame that cries out for death…

And suddenly, I touch this cold stone that resembles human skin, ribbed and veined which reminds me of its eternal power…

Narcissus-Narcissist, I see the image of A ristolochia, a plant from elsewhere: tropical, as if to eroticize myself for a moment…

Photography is this instantaneous medium that captures a part of reality in fragments to inscribe it on a support, in a file. From file to file, just like a digital archaeological dig, I travel through the sounds“click-clack plow-schkrougch…”of my keyboard which resonates under the high ceilings. The light of the screen itself dazzles me…

It’s cold outside: 5 degrees, there’s fog on the windows, the flow of water forms a new layer on the window of my bedroom, I’m wearing this thick sweater: Ever last, a boxing equipment brand.

I didn’t invent anything, everything was already there, around me… In my own reality of which I share a fragment of impression with you…