Manifeste n°32

MANIFESTO 32

My nightmares go round and round in my head. Meaningless, they are nothing but hysterical chaos.

Change of spirit I would not allow, I now require them on myself. 

After a fit of excitement, my consciousness loses its mind. People think of me as tormented, yet I am the sanest of all.

It's their own perversion that have led them to neurosis. Words split away. Memories fade away when faced by  what’s ahead.

I reconnect with my art in order to find my freedom back. I am the only master of my own motivations. I find myself in my creations where I meet back with my own reality. I let my creations express themselves without imposing on them this misleading mask.

Clueless, people gaze at them, and use them thoughtlessly. Then, the questions die, unanswered.

I no longer find any echoes in these sensitive souls. They’ve got themselves blinded by new forms of languages where reflection and creation no longer belong.

Then, I find myself sickened to live in this narrow world, saddened as I can no longer find any forms of sincerity.

CAR ACT AIR