White background...rough texture...large black dot leaving two slight dripping marks in the center of the opposite wall...spherical location...artificial light on the right...shadows on white background...texture touched tickles fingers...two ebony boards placed one on top of the other on the floor...small red dot on large black dot...curved door...white door opens...black room. ..spherical too...artificial neon lights...intense blue and red...matte texture...light slides over the slight streaks of the matte background...smooth red sphere...play with neon lights...you you turn around...while walking you trace your path through a line-pipe in the air...it is dark green and smooth like the red ball...you touch it...your vision has the same quality of 'image as that of the films of the 80s...the spherical piece drips its matte black...

gives way to a very small sphere which nervously turns on itself

...white square background...smooth texture...you touch the little sphere...you enter it...your green trace is always connected to you...energy dimension...everything changes in rhythm brittle...what is tilting?...your vision...outside of you everything is stable...but outside of you, there is nothing that you can identify...let's come back in your vision...no more tilts...vision with buggy TV image quality...quivering Herzian waves...you move slowly...you are constant...several spheres fly over you a little everywhere...they are all connected by traces in the same way as yours...besides, you turn around...it is no longer there...the connected spheres constantly form structures... always different...you isolate one...she slowly advances towards you...she is a materialized photo...you touch her...nothing...you then want this incredible configuration, in comes out something that you could touch, smell, taste, hear... you want to translate it... you end up taking a phenomenal quantity of photos retracing the configuration that you have isolated... all you have in front of you is configured spheres connecting together and static... no more movement... you hid it with your photos... your system is in front of you... but you are left wanting... you can no longer find the incessant movement of the spheres around you and the Nirvanesque pleasure you had in feeling them...

you only have immobile spheres that don't make you feel anything

...you want to find this original movement...by wanting to get rid of it, you only reconfigure them into other structures which remain static...you are always facing a photo...you constantly touch the spheres and their links to each other...you have fun...it's beautiful in fact...you get into the habit of changing them constantly and without pause...at a certain point, you no longer have need to move them: they have re-understood the constant and different movement that you were facing at the beginning...you find your movement...you find this state of full pleasure...you slide...you smile.. .you have small eyes...you turn all over the place...all the configurations move at the same time...you end up moving according to their movement...difficult to follow this hazardous rhythm, but you end up by being part of this movement...slowed down...as the constant movement that you are,

you end up feeling each of the spheres and their relationships with each other.

You are not them, but you understand them ...symbols and shapes...you have translated your movement of being...you no longer slip...you no longer do anything...you are what you see and what you do...what is external is understood within you...the translated movement allows you to understand what is external to you...so you are no longer a recluse in spherical rooms or in any habitat...you are now able to take photos of this movement while keeping the sense of the movement that you translated and that you therefore ended up managing: without your hands on a bike...you approach these photos: you smell their intense smells...but they are single-use and ephemeral...you throw them away and you constantly make new ones...if you ever feel that you are going to come back face to face with a universe of static spheres, you throw them all away and you return to the constant movement of the original spheres... you can do these back and forths since you have already felt these two dimensions... the full state, the state you are in when you are your movement, which is beyond happiness and pleasure...

you egoluxe

...you play with your movement...you rediscover the state of being when you were just beginning to learn the language: freestyle...you are God: being of the 'Me' in 'He'...your movement is only art...and may God bless you...the movement that you translate with your photos is the movement of the union of your senses: your self comes out...sometimes, you want to find again, to the pleasure of speaking with you, the original process which led you to be movement-managed...you egoluxize yourself with art...you constantly lay all different traces leading to your being...deity that you es, your way of being can only be art...you can only do what you are: you are full and omniscient...you egoluxize everything...you are far from all seriously rational reflections.. .you are a producer of expressions of being and you are a spectator of expressions of being...you egoluxe and you are egoluxed without others wanting to egoluxe you:

you eat everything even if you aren't invited to eat and you constantly make food that others eat even if you don't invite them

...on the other hand, being in this dimension of egoluxe, you are the only one to see this constant relationship between your movement and that of others...this friction also returns you to your full state of being...you are in 'elsewhere' mode...you are in the background, placed on an armchair with popcorn and you see all these spheres of movement which interact between them and you...you are not really with the others since you you observe...you do a little bit of everything but without it being excessive...you are right there...you slip...they say X to you, you say 'yes...or not. ..finally, get over it'. You now have two options: build your world or stay intermittent.

*2012