Autodialogue
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La solitude, connue de tous me semble plus dure que jamais à surmonter dans les moments où nous sommes soucieux, voir blessés car nous nous trouvons dans l'impossibilité d'être soulagés par une présence amie. Il nous faut alors nous consoler de par nous même, il existe alors multiples façons de procéder. J'ai voulu en représenter un certain nombre afin de dresser un rituel symbolique de douleur et de consolation. Je voulais que le tout se fasse, non pas sous la forme d'un monologue, mais sous celle d'un « autodialogue » car la solitude nous pousse parfois à prendre le rôle d'autrui dans le but de nous soulager.
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