Viscera

Viscera speak, and it throws out violently, a blood spurt on the wall. The internal writes its warm letters and my eyes are forced to impregnate with it… The impulse grows slowly, but is it really one ? The mouth takes down the lower jaw, and the tears begin to interfere in it. This fury reveals the need, so all of this make no sense. All of this is strewn over the ground, has cleared the walls, has found again its nothingness.

silence

Viscera listen to the shiver of the body reduced to its real needs. And transcribe.

Red for red, the fingers secrete a first line on the wall. White.

Place : my disturbed mind - France
September 2006, the 9th - October 2007, the 29th