IN THE WIND...
"I love the clouds...
The sun overwhelms the city with its straight, terrible light; the sand is dazzling and the sea shimmers. The stupefied world slumps into a siesta, a savory death where the half-awake sleeper savors the voluptuousness of his own annihilation. (Baudelaire - La belle Dorothée)...
"However, strong and proud as the sun, she steps out into the deserted street, alone alive at this hour under the immense azure, and making a bright black spot on the light. She walks along harmoniously, happy to be alive and smiling, as if glimpsing out into space a mirror...
I made this sculpture for the glory of psychoanalysis....
"When I nibble on your rebellious, elastic hair, it feels like I'm eating memories"....
"To avoid being the martyred slaves of time, get drunk, get drunk all the time! With wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish!" (Baudelaire - Enivrez-vous)...