La Factory
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Je suis seul face à moi-même...
Seules mes toiles ornent l'atelier, elles sont singulières et pourtant elles se ressemblent toutes. Pendant que certaines ont la chance d'habiller les murs, d'autres sont à l'abandon et se répandent au sol. Elles partagent ma vie, en font partie intégrante, présentes telles des maîtresses, à mes pieds, elles attendent que je consente à les aimer, à prendre soin d'elles, à leur redonner vie. De mon pinceau, je les dessine, elles me fascinent, je m'occupe d'elles à ma guise lorsque j'en ressens le besoin, lorsque mon corps le désir, les désirs. Leur chair me passionne, elle m'inspire, m'aspire dans un autre monde, à la recherche de sensations nouvelles.
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