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The time for introspection. My internal struggle clutter my emotions, my feelings, my desires, my fears, my dreams, my reason. And everything is mixed into a brouhaha that prevents me to hear, discern. Like a lot of people in one room, screaming loudly and where ultimately nothing is audible. I find it so difficult to verbalize. Let's see ... This arithmetic

desires, I find it fun and challenging at the same time. I enjoy and I'm afraid. Maybe I enjoy it because I fear? The danger is exciting one day and scary the next day.
But I live it with you, I find us beautiful in our love and pinball, I found we really do love and pelleted ....! I think it's powerful that we dare to open up a world of standardized and castrating. I could live and create it with you because I love you deeply and I feel your love so intense against me. We know that desire is the desire to live, enjoy, experience the flavors, it has no borders and that if the desire is stifled, we slowly dying, and it goes without passion, between routine and habits. Time passes so. And it's sad to die!

Peut être est ce parfaitement naïf et idéaliste de notre part d’imaginer qu’on puisse vivre nos désirs aussi à l’extérieur de notre amour, tu sais, peut être qu'on va à la perte, au cassage de gueule, à la solitude ??

Mais peut être aussi qu'on crée notre couple à notre image : 1+1 = 3. Encore des maths ! Toi, Moi, et Notre Couple. Toi, unique et indivisible, intègre, entière, libre de jouir, de désirer, d'aller et aussi, de ne pas revenir, c'est ainsi, nous le savons toutes les deux. Idem pour Moi. Et puis, il y a notre Couple, notre lieu de rencontre amoureuse : notre désir, notre connexion, notre tendresse, our incredible soft hugs, sweet and savory our junk, our freedom and our welfare together, our two sub nonsense that make me laugh for days, our chiantises our tocs great neurotic, our crappy workings, our pain, our words.

This Love with you, I want creative, fun, comforting, tender and never acquired either. I saw him well again.


I'm not saying I'm not afraid. But I was more afraid before, in recent months of loneliness, stress, false silences and lies, where I felt that we really lose.


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SHOW OF NEON ™ ... IDEM

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DAY OF OPENING ...
ADVANTAGE OF TIME AND PLACE TO THANK EVERYONE. ALL THOSE PEOPLE IN PARTICULAR AND ALL THAT ME AND BROUGHT THEIR SUPPORT TO THEIR WAY CONTRIBUTED TO THE SUCCESS OF THIS MEMORABLE WEEKEND OF ALL SAINTS.

Here we go! Neon makes his "show" on the walls of Societe Generale in Besancon. The memory of an already scorching heat at the instant of firing. The trick of a real hot shot, as some might have also preferred the idea of an oven! but we can not always please everyone at once! ...




I must say that on the form, everything was perfect. The presence of a hundred people, say for a lot of friends and relations and diverse cross on the road since my arrival in Besançon ... A history teacher, for example ... A philosopher and a fly fisherman ... Some architects, festival directors and various famous photographers. At least one insurer storefront, competent musicians, traders settled, lawyers and a published writer, and some leaders of industry, artists, not to mention bankers. Occupational health and even a highway robber. Several representatives of institutions and high-level athletes ... Distance runners and mountaineers. Everyone was almost there. Journalists course! ... People TV (just a plate of employees from the small screen. Assemblers, presenters, scripts, librarians and managers of digital content). Friends, a lot of knowledge and a lot of people I never knew existed. A wild night! A good hundred handpicked guests, facing dozens of Photomobile ™ hung on each side of the vault. A multitude of images of controlled appellation Photomobile ™.

PLAN EXPOSURE

A whole barnum assembled during peak hours of Neon in the middle of his visual schedule a little busy. The trick deliveries of supplies that arrive at the last minute even though we had done a cross over a long time. In short, suspense, adventure! A truly beautiful modern film. A great story to share with a good team of spectators gathered expressly for the occasion. Anyone who dared to show himself that evening into the light. True, the beefy! All those held by the well-planted in their eyes place. Good chat session with champagne sprayed about the time that passes, the general principle of otherness, images and Funeral phone calls that get lost en route. All served without a false note by Elvis himself (Elvis. .. The drummer Oscar Nip!) Elvis and a beautiful Lili in those great days. You see a bit of work! Just after we put discs on the CD player. (The real records bought from the local strawberries alongside stamps sports equipment to the radius). Neil Young's latest tumble in the process of a pair of loudspeakers Mordaunt-short "The noise". And then the album of Tom Waits Alice before the fifth of Mahler. We added Bashung, Sigur Ros and then "Blue Train" by John Coltrane ... The whole to continue to do good in front of a huge cake smeared with chocolate. A fine autumn weekend, interspersed with a little jog on a carpet of dead leaves and splashes of light yellow to recover from a Macon plunged into his red sparkling dress. For the rest ... Promises ... Words given to investment in the cultural Photomobile ™ deductible from its tax-bill. Quite a few reservations on some blocks. Firm commitments for objects star. Appointments to transform business for the holiday season. A real treat after a whole summer of work. NEON ™

The exhibition runs until the end of December
in different buildings of Societe Generale, Grand street in Besancon.

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I told him that the walls had fallen, that the barriers had surrendered, that the lock had been blown and he is only one speaker, the essence of us, our love. These moments outside myself belong, I do not own anything, I no longer owns it. I do not disengage, I give myself further in the "blessing". It escapes my hand to my face and in that time, my desire for her becomes, it is changing. His escapes me turn me distandent, m'éclatent me and converge in the heart of the fighting. Nothing more is purring softly, everything vibrates et rugit. Je ne perds rien à risquer la perte, je gagne l'instant. Je doute de tout, de moi même, je me déconstruis et c'est une suave douleur. Qu'est ce que j'ai transformé en elle? Qu'est ce que j'ai changé en elle qui me la rendra reconnaissable parmi ces parfums étranges et déroutants? Où est mon empreinte? Moi je veux qu'elle m'aspire, qu'elle me marque pour me souvenir de ce qu'elle a changé en moi, de ce qu'elle modèle en moi à chaque fois. Les yeux fermés, je pense à son désir, deux mondes, je pense à nos désirs, trois mondes... et je me demande s'il faut savoir compter quand on aime... j'ai jamais su compter. Mais la seule table que je connaisse pas coeur, is three times three equals nine.

I remember the first lesson of multiplication tables when my mother made me recite it in the living room, only three times three was on the tip of my tongue ... For all others, I got yelled at.

My look is new, my new desire. I'm scared, I guess my heart racing or my trembling hand. I can not link everything together to make everything consistent so I try not to think too much, instead of feeling in my stomach. I really want, I guess my trembling hand where my heart is racing.

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