The Multiplication of Creative Connections

Between the commodification and normalization of art,
We are not a movement, but infinite duration.

To realize that humanity thinks, and that it is thought itself that gives it movement.
But today, humanity has become a useless misery.

Yet thought offers, at the cost of some effort, an honest search that never stops,
a precise method that doesn’t get lost — neither in itself nor elsewhere — with, at the end, perhaps, salvation.
But no one wanted it: it was too hard.
For that, it would have taken openness and sharing.

THEFT AND DISPOSSESSION OF MEANS

A little more than nothing, much less than everything — it’s not enough
We want to have it all, with no one’s help, in the loneliness of the drudge.
We have won, since we have nothing left — in other words, squat: the kind found in a grave.

It must begin again.
Counter-critique and glorious excess.

YES, LIFE — LIFE WITHOUT ENCLOSURE — is the sharing of that sensation.

For this, we have reintroduced the liturgy of the priest-magician-Neanderthal-artist into performance,
nonsense into poetry, renunciation into cinema and exhibition,
de-creation and natural gratuitousness into art.

More: the injection of a high plastic expression of collectivity,
filming not as documentarians but as rioters, with club-cameras.
Our abjection is without doubt the neo-capitalism of art —
which is to say, 99.9% of its substance.
What remains in art ? Money, distinction, indifference.
But absolutely nothing that allows us to locate ourselves, to represent ourselves,
or to live brilliantly without any purchasing power.

WE ARE A MOVEMENT
inventor, craftsperson, magician, priest, monk, orgiast,
cabaret artist, singer, dancer, mimic, dialogist,
cook, baker, gardener, trans, dog, ant.

OUR AESTHETIC EMOTION IS HERE :

WE ARE THE MOVEMENT OF EXPLODED ART !