Whether consoling or challenging each other, they talk, or at least try.I deploy and continue to explore humans' physical, psychological,... Read More
Whether consoling or challenging each other, they talk, or at least try.
I deploy and continue to explore humans' physical, psychological, and social posture, the various costumes worn by humans to dress their intimate hiatuses.
I must succeed in painting our struggle to face others, to approach others, the struggle between our multiple intimacies, between our imperative of life in society, of voluntary submission to servitude, and the imperious necessity of autonomy, of individuality.
The Bardo, according to Tibetan tradition, is the place of transition between death and rebirth in a new carnal envelope. It is a passage that lasts, where time is distorted, a shift between life and a hypothetical reincarnation.
What is the difference, basically, with our earthly moment? This long corridor of which we perceive or forget the walls, according to our fights and our daily lives, our furtive happiness? More or less obscure tunnel that connects the end of childhood to death, where we must stay, where it seems essential to activate, to move forward. At times the corridor lights up and widens, most often we no longer see it, we end up ignoring it, integrating its proportions. A good part of the time, we wait, we watch. We stand ready for change, for the big shift. We are also watching for a parallel corridor, a counter-alley, would there be a counter-alley at Bardo?