Exhibited at the Vander A Gallery in Brussels in May 2012, this project was inspired by fishbones.
Inni is a parure, but also a source of intimacy.
Copyright photo: Julien Hayard
I hesitate. Still. Swinging. Yet, I am alone.
There is no noise.
Just a sound. Slight. Sustained.
Sour in the beginning. Sweet at the end.
An Instrument discusses within another one. A Hypnotic heat flows over it. My guts are swaying. Numbed. Redundant. In a rhythmic network.
I am dependent. Anaesthetized. Floating.
At the pace of the tempo. I vibrate. My chest sinks as I resonate.
A flow of informations binds me up.
My velvet organ snuggled against my silence.
Basically I watch. I listen. I analyse. I alternate between repetitions and variations.-What do you think?-I don't know. Well, not yet. I'm waiting. I'm clinging.The movement is too much. My entrails are laughing like whales.
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