Are you coming, honey ?

Are you coming, honey ?

The dream is always another life. History is superimposed on it only by deforming itself. Fierce at any approach, immense, sumptuous, breaking the frames in the zigzags of the oddity, he jumps the years and takes us elsewhere where reigns light in human form and where old fairies spin in the middle of the ruins. Something may spring from nothing, a girl of an inaccessible grace awaits you at the entrance of a dilapidated house. This world of the impossible often collapses at the moment I arrive there, sometimes after I have lived there, drunk, eaten, made love several nights in an acrid voluptuousness. Wiggled and undulating nymphs from the springs, seen in profile from the ankle up to the knees, thighs and hips. White, black or red ladies who pass, slide and hasten the pace. If the mothers are puritan, Catholic, old and too horrible, I shamelessly take their daughters on the pillow thinking of the great loves of old. Once awake, I then live for a few hours of thousand questions made to this imaginary world.


Joy in the ruins !

Joy in the ruins

Painting like writing raises without filling hands, makes smile without anything having changed, gives time to sit side by side in the middle of the ruins. And yet no one touches the bodies. Sometimes love actually comes, and that also comes to a name, someone’s name. Then begins this other vertigo, that of being both one and two, of never ceasing to be that as much as this. Incredible perspective above the void, image of the stubbornness of life to live, fabulous fitting of bodies between the torn terms of desire !


yes, you do the trick !

amber portrait of Haruka Akasako

summer 2023

Does the flesh refer only to itself? Certainly at first to itself, but also to much more than itself since it is to all that we engage in life. Whatever this flesh, the essence of the desire is to take the body of the other as the revelation of absolute intimacy, as befits. I think it’s the most moving thing to say to someone, “Well, you’re okay.” I would say, “Well yes, you do the trick” , if it weren’t for something a bit vulgar, but that’s what it’s all about, “Rest assured, you exist!”


nudity is just beginning

definitive, wild, dazzling

the nudity is just beginning

in the hollow of your openwork necklines

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She is never afraid. All taboos exist only to be transgressed before being dissolved to an extreme burning point that she carries within her.

From me too, she wants this fire that it is always possible to ignite between the stones of time. This is why all the doors remain open day and night like her legs which open at my approach, swinging with desire like her dress lost in the eddies of her passions. This is also why, definitive, wild, dazzling, nudity has only just begun in the hollow of her deep openwork necklines.