Identity approaches, voluntary changes. Take away one’s given identity to create a new one. that is owned, as a demiurge. The body carries a part of our identity. In the eyes of others but also to oneself. Be reborn. “I never have the skin of what I am.” Orlan Diane Arbus’s work. “tattoos of ships and tattoos of tears.”
Si la peau du mouton est sale, ce n’est pas au porc de le dire.
If I was the wind, I’d gather the clouds and make them dark and big. I’d give them the shape of moving mountains. I’d create wars, battles, make them angry, make them cry. And dance between the trees while stealing their leaves to make myself a dress. And everything I’d cross would not resist to dance with me. Everything black and white. Birds would stop singing when...