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FRANCE / 2019
On his/her back, I paint his/her words. My canvas became alive, a grain, a texture exist, I give them a color, mine.
We are the result of exchanges, of mixtures, a collection of stories unknown to the rest of the world where those who tend to define themselves no longer know what to do with all these categories.
Black, white, French, German, straight, gay, words that can be hard to assume, creating a mass, a tint that we can no longer manage to decipher.
I am your brush, the shadow of your thoughts, a ghost projecting your conflicts.
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FRANCE / 2019
On his/her back, I paint his/her words. My canvas became alive, a grain, a texture exist, I give them a color, mine.
We are the result of exchanges, of mixtures, a collection of stories unknown to the rest of the world where those who tend to define themselves no longer know what to do with all these categories.
Black, white, French, German, straight, gay, words that can be hard to assume, creating a mass, a tint that we can no longer manage to decipher.
I am your brush, the shadow of your thoughts, a ghost projecting your conflicts.
Save the data