I often felt that my body no longer belonged to me. To take away the bitter taste of alienation, I gave my body away as if to protest against my own excesses, my own bonds. For the other, my body was no more than a tool for the convergence of desires, fantasies and functions. Subjugated, it became just another piece of furniture. This feeling is not just my own. I'm certain of that, because there are strip bars and brothels. Because anything can be bought, even human relationships. I don't doubt about the sincerity of services, gestures, or even the sincerity of my own actions. I just don't know whether I'm giving this body of mine with my own free will. This project is a representation of this state, but also implies a desire to place the body in a movement of reappropriation, a passage from inertia to vitality, from submission to freedom. In the constellation of views on the body, I want to show here the body at rest, the body in movement, the body living. And through these manifestations, the will to heal.
