Through a well-defined conservation process, I reactivate the embraces and the kisses I cherish.
It is like collecting human touch.
It is like recording a specific human desire.
The desire to feeeeeel. The emergency to feel. To feel the other(s)
What I want is that the connective tissues of my whole system react again and again to a subtle touch, a vivid kiss, a carress.
I want to feel genuinely connected.
But I am still wondering where is all this touch going?
Where do those kisses, cuddles and touches go when they leave my skin? And why is Human touch becoming a luxury ?
I want it.
I need it.
It is warm in my bones and my blood.
A whole revolution is singing under my skin.
Around me, the paper tinted by my lips becomes an extansion of my body.
This form of connection reveals our expanding nature as beings, constantly moving. What am I becoming ?
My skin is clean, dirty, clean, dirty, clean, dirty.
But I also want a charged second skin, full of interactions, tenderness, lust, pain and sweat.
I want to wear all the genuine kisses and the wanted touches I ever received.
I want to feel endlessly this unity with the others.
I want to experience this familiar feeling which is intensely passionnate yet di- verse and nuanced.
It is this desire of connection.
The kaleidoscopic love.

Kaleidoscopic Love

Kaleidoscopic Love