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This T-shirt white, hanging from the hanger of a Parisian department store, I do not know why, but it stirs my curiosity! He's here, and they're all there for him! Despite the heat of the month of June 2011. I observe, this incessant waltz of enthusiastic personalities, who queues behind the crate, T-shirt by hand in this racket difficult to bear.

I approach the hanger, and I pick it up delicately. Hey! It's a T-shirt is cotton, white, what's the problem? It is even strictly identical to the one I carry except that it has no mark, no label, and it has no distinctive signs.

Well the probleme, it and its price! 1623euros. I may read 1623 euros my brain, it includes 16 euros 23. When I see the number of people T-shirt in hand, I think there is a real problem! Is the lack of brand that is the justification of the price? I know absolutely nothing! I have my hand that is freeze to wear it at arm's end.

I look at the face of a man beside me, who smiles at me. He does not perceive my profound interrogation. I fix it and I watch it go through the different sizes of T-shirt. I start smiling and then laughing inside.

But what if they were right? What if this shirt was more than a T-shirt? Unless the shirt isn't the problem. I put a smug smile on my face, which I would never leave again. I think, it's great, and I hear what God could have said 13 billion years ago, "it's starting well." I just discovered a new unexplored land where everything becomes possible. I also want to create white T-shirts, even more incredible, because mine will be white, but with more... One sleeve to the right and one left sleeve.

I think I'm going to change trades to be able to transfer the spirit of the white T-shirt and apply it everywhere. After several months of interrogation, I decided to leave my business as a business organization consultant, after 10 years in a consulting firm, and I started a new profession while being married, with 3 children, soon 4, a credit to, Repay and without a penny aside.

Family fears are all the more turbulent as my explanation of the profound reason makes no sense to them. There is no questioning of my life, there is no burnout, there is no crisis of the thirties, but there is evidence for me, a kind of synthesis between my mind and my vision of life.
For my entourage, it is unthinkable to endanger a whole family under the pretext of wanting to explore an unknown land. My friends take me for a fool and I collide with the rationality of people, which has the opposite effect and gives me even more courage.
Most of them think of a joke, stories, no one believes me.

In addition to the brakes of my entourage, there are also administrative difficulties. I have to register my new activity, but there is no box for me, there is not even the case "other activity" and I am offered painter in building or sports coach.
Finally I found the box "other activity" but it is at the house of Artists and this box is called... Artist.

The 13 Nov 2011 at 20H17 Mohammed M. Buys me online, a white T-shirt, which has a right sleeve and a left sleeve, as shown on my website. I hardly believe it. I'm thinking of a mistake. I live again the emotion felt a few months before, in this Parisian store. I think about what God could have said by creating the universe. "It starts well. " I look at my wife to tell her that a person I do not know just bought me a T-shirt at 1718 euros (in addition to being white, it has a sleeve to the right and a left sleeve so it is more expensive)

I had just passed from the other side :
. I make the first white T-shirt with a sleeve to the right one sleeve to the left and forward it to my client. My real pleasure is to have sold the first T-shirt with a sleeve to the right and a sleeve to the left, that is to say according to its description. I work hard, very hard to enrich my collection and create products and services from the requests of personalities who speak to me by my website, in a spirit "T-shirt white" for every request, I apply the same rules and Process that I was putting into place in companies to function as a big business.

I reproduce rigorously, the principle of creation of the white T-shirt, to all my works.
Autodidact, I am not from an art school. I have no idea what this is, and I don't know anyone. I enter galleries, survey the market, ask questions, but that does not bring me much. One day a small gallery at the bottom of my home settles. Two enthusiasts embark on the adventure and search for local artists. They explain to me the concept of wanting to focus on proximity.
They seem to be admiring my research, congratulating me and proposing to present my work for three weeks.

I am very happy and it energizes me. Regularly I also help them to develop, promotes the gallery.
The first artist to be exposed, is a star in the art that lives not far from the gallery. It's a chance, because it becomes the battle Horse of the gallery. At the first opening, the gallerist sets out its intentions and lists the next exhibitions. You have to bet on safe values.

I no longer listed. You have to bet on safe values, he says! With one hand I was swept away, and I begin to understand that in order to work with a gallery many problems are going to be solved.
I find in an instant, all the codes, the behaviors, the postures that I left behind me, when I was doing the Council. I realize that my idea of the art world was wrong.

But I keep going, and persevere. I decide to contact a Parisian gallery, and propose to show my work, not necessarily to expose but to be appreciated.
"We only expose famous or deceased artists" it fell well, for I called from the hereafter, i said.

When we move forward in his work, there is nothing worse than doubt. I was beginning to doubt this lack of recognition. I did not remember in my entourage of friends having received encouragement. In fact, they are not interested.

So sometimes, to expose, I place my work wildly in exhibitions, discreetly placing a work, as in an exhibition carried out in the Museum of the Bernardin in Paris.

The months are going by, my parents are alerting me by telling me that I am trampling, but I can no longer go back. Day after day, I develop my collections, working at home. Oil painting is probably not the most suitable medium, the smell is inconvenient for my wife. I sometimes finish my paintings in the street on the ground. Sometimes in the squares in Paris. I enter a period where I produce, without even knowing why, without asking me questions, or every work is delivered in pain. I develop other practices and start to create applications, real interface with reality.

I am no longer trying to get in touch with galleries, fortunately I have internet that allows me to sell sometimes.

Every Day is the same ceremonial. I consult my messages left on my website, which serve as a basis for reflection in the construction of my works. Every day I cross my fingers so that everything does not stop overnight. I believe in it. A realized sale acts as an electric shock that is produced on an inanimate body. My heart starts beating for a while. For a year I've been living on the razor's edge.

I survive by sales made from time to time.
Recently for about thirty euros, I will throw cobblestones in the pond that anonymous command me and logistics is not easy to do.

This end of the year will be particularly difficult. First of all on the financial front, I have a tax adjustment of 30 000 euros estimated for not having declared VAT.

I did not know that artists had to pay a vat, but how much is it when "I sleep for someone " or when "I do not sell anything for 30 euros ", indeed when a customer buys nothing, what VAT rate apply? 5.5% or 20%?
A real nightmare for the tax administration and I, incidentally insoluble, and which made me lose six months of work entirely devoted to the IRS. At the same time, my workshop is searched, by Inspector Christophe B and Jean Claude T under a mandate Of the Ministry of the Interior.
When they entered my workshop, I first believed in a help sent by the Administration to solve my VAT problems.

I was very quickly disenchanted. Two expert inspectors, in a branch investigation, conducted an interrogation and seizure of documents and works. For three hours we went through all my production.

"When you throw a pavement in the pond, what proves to us that you really throw a pavement in the pond? You indicate that the pond has an area of 800 m2, have you measured it? Do we provide proof that you have used BIOS products, to paint a table titled 100% Organic? Provide us with the evidence that when a person buys "nothing" for 80 euros She gets nothing, how long do you sleep, when you sleep, for someone else? What is the composition of your suppository, because you understand, if someone uses it it could be dangerous (it measures 1m70 and weighs 40 kilograms)... He left me 15 days to gather all the vouchers, all the certificates before coming back.

I had the trembling way of answering their questions again, on this second visit, because for me they had come to ask me to stop my activity as a disturbing artist, or put me in jail.

"You don't have the right not to sell anything, and what we have problem with is when you install dispensers of disease stops in companies" the atmosphere being more relaxed at the end of the interrogation, they explained to me that a request for an investigation Coming from very high had been requested and they will admit to me investigating for a week.
"You put me on E?coute?" no answers.

They leave after having given me the minutes, telling me that I will be summoned for the submission of the report. Was it the end of my life as an artist? I have still not been summoned.
This unimaginable adventure had given some credibility to my art. For many, what I do is not possible, makes me laugh or cannot be understood.

Everything I created, is real, and done very seriously, otherwise it makes no sense to me, as the investigation has shown. I have become, in a way, an artist accredited by the Ministry and it gives me even more momentum.

Sensible to my art, a friend offers me to meet an amateur who organizes events between artists and collectors during periodic events, in a sumptuous Parisian hotel.

I meet this collector who makes me hear that what I do is "awesome" and several other appointments are organized to set up a meeting. This is an unexpected opportunity and I am pleased to be able to present a first piece at a collective exhibition.

For the first time I have the feeling of moving forward.
During this evening, many guests question me, and the discussions often result in laughter, or total misunderstandings. A month later, two great collectors come to see me spontaneously in my workshop. What I thought was a simple courtesy visit was going to turn into a dream.

I could not imagine the slightest moment being able to sell my work directly. The most confusing, was the spontaneous purchase of collectors, behaving like in a supermarket. "I'll take that and then that..." I sometimes wanted to say "no you're not going to buy this, it's not over" this scene is for me unreal.

But this direct meeting had not pleased everyone and especially not the organizer of the exhibition, and even if I had indicated to present in a Parisian hotel, collectors had nothing to do. "We do what we want anyway" despite myself, this meeting had led to my eviction, even if no contract was ever signed or discussed.

In the art world I discover, everything goes very fast. I find myself in an uncertain situation as to my ability to present my research. The situation is getting very dark, and writing a file in order to participate in contests is my only activity. I work day and night to write files.

I'm considering a competition dedicated to the bronze sculpture. I present Excalibur, a vacuum cleaner, with the handle nested in his body, to answer the subject imposed, of audacity.

For me it is obvious that the chosen one will succeed in extracting the broom from the vacuum, from his body. Even if I did not expect to lose, the sadness was to see that no one had complied with the rules. None of the nominees had respected the imposed dimensions and the winner had already exhibited his work in the gallery, which was, according to the regulation "disqualifying" this was a total misunderstanding for me, and an obvious for an old gallerist Met by chance.

When you come from nowhere, when you have a misunderstanding of the world of art and when you make an art that does not enter the squares, it is difficult and the doors are closed to you. I am completely disillusioned and deeply sad.
I don't expect any more contests.

Months passed. I open my mail and discover that my work "Cell-Ion" is nominated by the jury of an American competition organized in France.
She will be exposed to the city of science and industry in Paris.
I can hardly believe it, and I read the mail several times. For the first time, I get external recognition. For several days, my work is exposed and I find myself at the heart of the action. I am happy to welcome the public and explain my work. I sometimes talk to the public for hours.
For me, the place was just as important, because my artistic approach is a scientific process.

Cell-Ion wins first prize, but the reward, is for me the reaction of a researcher who approaches me slips to my ear a thank you. "You just changed my life" is a synthesis between my life as a consultant to others, and its application through art.

The end of the exhibition makes me enter a certain serenity, and I am carried by the thousands thanks. At this moment I understand how art can transform the daily life of men.

I also received a nice gift, when I won a contest in the United States. I was asked to propose a work to help a handicapped little girl. I proposed for "The Malia Project" an adaptation of my "Universal Great Book" (a novel I wrote based on emoticons) in mobile application, allowing Malia to communicate using emoticons.

The same year I threw my 3000-th paved in the pond, I slept 10 950 minutes for others, I did 18 726 prayers, I graduated 3727 students, I saved life to two snowmen, I recycled 825 digital files, I produced 2672 socks Sales, I sent 13627 messages in the universe, I recorded 7698 request of death date, I sold 23 T-shirt with a sleeve to the right and a sleeve to the left. I have served 58586 clients, politicians, actors, princess, writers, journalists of whom 1537 have made indecisions.
I'm the Délesteur.
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This T-shirt white, hanging from the hanger of a Parisian department store, I do not know why, but it stirs my curiosity! He's here, and they're all there for him! Despite the heat of the month of June 2011. I observe, this incessant waltz of enthusiastic personalities, who queues behind the crate, T-shirt by hand in this racket difficult to bear. I approach the hanger, and I pick it up delicately. Hey! It's a T-shirt is cotton, white, what's the problem? It is even strictly identical to the one I carry except that it has no mark, no label, and it has no distinctive signs. Well the probleme, it and its price! 1623euros. I may read 1623 euros my brain, it includes 16 euros 23. When I see the number of people T-shirt in hand, I think there is a real problem! Is the lack of brand that is the justification of the price? I know absolutely nothing! I have my hand that is freeze to wear it at arm's end. I look at the face of a man beside me, who smiles at me. He does not perceive my profound interrogation. I fix it and I watch it go through the different sizes of T-shirt. I start smiling and then laughing inside. But what if they were right? What if this shirt was more than a T-shirt? Unless the shirt isn't the problem. I put a smug smile on my face, which I would never leave again. I think, it's great, and I hear what God could have said 13 billion years ago, "it's starting well." I just discovered a new unexplored land where everything becomes possible. I also want to create white T-shirts, even more incredible, because mine will be white, but with more... One sleeve to the right and one left sleeve. I think I'm going to change trades to be able to transfer the spirit of the white T-shirt and apply it everywhere. After several months of interrogation, I decided to leave my business as a business organization consultant, after 10 years in a consulting firm, and I started a new profession while being married, with 3 children, soon 4, a credit to, Repay and without a penny aside. Family fears are all the more turbulent as my explanation of the profound reason makes no sense to them. There is no questioning of my life, there is no burnout, there is no crisis of the thirties, but there is evidence for me, a kind of synthesis between my mind and my vision of life. For my entourage, it is unthinkable to endanger a whole family under the pretext of wanting to explore an unknown land. My friends take me for a fool and I collide with the rationality of people, which has the opposite effect and gives me even more courage. Most of them think of a joke, stories, no one believes me. In addition to the brakes of my entourage, there are also administrative difficulties. I have to register my new activity, but there is no box for me, there is not even the case "other activity" and I am offered painter in building or sports coach.Finally I found the box "other activity" but it is at the house of Artists and this box is called... Artist. The 13 Nov 2011 at 20H17 Mohammed M. Buys me online, a white T-shirt, which has a right sleeve and a left sleeve, as shown on my website. I hardly believe it. I'm thinking of a mistake. I live again the emotion felt a few months before, in this Parisian store. I think about what God could have said by creating the universe. "It starts well. " I look at my wife to tell her that a person I do not know just bought me a T-shirt at 1718 euros (in addition to being white, it has a sleeve to the right and a left sleeve so it is more expensive) I had just passed from the other side :. I make the first white T-shirt with a sleeve to the right one sleeve to the left and forward it to my client. My real pleasure is to have sold the first T-shirt with a sleeve to the right and a sleeve to the left, that is to say according to its description. I work hard, very hard to enrich my collection and create products and services from the requests of personalities who speak to me by my website, in a spirit "T-shirt white" for every request, I apply the same rules and Process that I was putting into place in companies to function as a big business. I reproduce rigorously, the principle of creation of the white T-shirt, to all my works. Autodidact, I am not from an art school. I have no idea what this is, and I don't know anyone. I enter galleries, survey the market, ask questions, but that does not bring me much. One day a small gallery at the bottom of my home settles. Two enthusiasts embark on the adventure and search for local artists. They explain to me the concept of wanting to focus on proximity. They seem to be admiring my research, congratulating me and proposing to present my work for three weeks. I am very happy and it energizes me. Regularly I also help them to develop, promotes the gallery. The first artist to be exposed, is a star in the art that lives not far from the gallery. It's a chance, because it becomes the battle Horse of the gallery. At the first opening, the gallerist sets out its intentions and lists the next exhibitions. You have to bet on safe values.I no longer listed. You have to bet on safe values, he says! With one hand I was swept away, and I begin to understand that in order to work with a gallery many problems are going to be solved. I find in an instant, all the codes, the behaviors, the postures that I left behind me, when I was doing the Council. I realize that my idea of the art world was wrong. But I keep going, and persevere. I decide to contact a Parisian gallery, and propose to show my work, not necessarily to expose but to be appreciated. "We only expose famous or deceased artists" it fell well, for I called from the hereafter, i said.When we move forward in his work, there is nothing worse than doubt. I was beginning to doubt this lack of recognition. I did not remember in my entourage of friends having received encouragement. In fact, they are not interested. So sometimes, to expose, I place my work wildly in exhibitions, discreetly placing a work, as in an exhibition carried out in the Museum of the Bernardin in Paris. The months are going by, my parents are alerting me by telling me that I am trampling, but I can no longer go back. Day after day, I develop my collections, working at home. Oil painting is probably not the most suitable medium, the smell is inconvenient for my wife. I sometimes finish my paintings in the street on the ground. Sometimes in the squares in Paris. I enter a period where I produce, without even knowing why, without asking me questions, or every work is delivered in pain. I develop other practices and start to create applications, real interface with reality. I am no longer trying to get in touch with galleries, fortunately I have internet that allows me to sell sometimes. Every Day is the same ceremonial. I consult my messages left on my website, which serve as a basis for reflection in the construction of my works. Every day I cross my fingers so that everything does not stop overnight. I believe in it. A realized sale acts as an electric shock that is produced on an inanimate body. My heart starts beating for a while. For a year I've been living on the razor's edge. I survive by sales made from time to time. Recently for about thirty euros, I will throw cobblestones in the pond that anonymous command me and logistics is not easy to do. This end of the year will be particularly difficult. First of all on the financial front, I have a tax adjustment of 30 000 euros estimated for not having declared VAT. I did not know that artists had to pay a vat, but how much is it when "I sleep for someone " or when "I do not sell anything for 30 euros ", indeed when a customer buys nothing, what VAT rate apply? 5.5% or 20%? A real nightmare for the tax administration and I, incidentally insoluble, and which made me lose six months of work entirely devoted to the IRS. At the same time, my workshop is searched, by Inspector Christophe B and Jean Claude T under a mandate Of the Ministry of the Interior. When they entered my workshop, I first believed in a help sent by the Administration to solve my VAT problems. I was very quickly disenchanted. Two expert inspectors, in a branch investigation, conducted an interrogation and seizure of documents and works. For three hours we went through all my production. "When you throw a pavement in the pond, what proves to us that you really throw a pavement in the pond? You indicate that the pond has an area of 800 m2, have you measured it? Do we provide proof that you have used BIOS products, to paint a table titled 100% Organic? Provide us with the evidence that when a person buys "nothing" for 80 euros She gets nothing, how long do you sleep, when you sleep, for someone else? What is the composition of your suppository, because you understand, if someone uses it it could be dangerous (it measures 1m70 and weighs 40 kilograms)... He left me 15 days to gather all the vouchers, all the certificates before coming back. I had the trembling way of answering their questions again, on this second visit, because for me they had come to ask me to stop my activity as a disturbing artist, or put me in jail. "You don't have the right not to sell anything, and what we have problem with is when you install dispensers of disease stops in companies" the atmosphere being more relaxed at the end of the interrogation, they explained to me that a request for an investigation Coming from very high had been requested and they will admit to me investigating for a week. "You put me on E?coute?" no answers. They leave after having given me the minutes, telling me that I will be summoned for the submission of the report. Was it the end of my life as an artist? I have still not been summoned. This unimaginable adventure had given some credibility to my art. For many, what I do is not possible, makes me laugh or cannot be understood. Everything I created, is real, and done very seriously, otherwise it makes no sense to me, as the investigation has shown. I have become, in a way, an artist accredited by the Ministry and it gives me even more momentum. Sensible to my art, a friend offers me to meet an amateur who organizes events between artists and collectors during periodic events, in a sumptuous Parisian hotel. I meet this collector who makes me hear that what I do is "awesome" and several other appointments are organized to set up a meeting. This is an unexpected opportunity and I am pleased to be able to present a first piece at a collective exhibition. For the first time I have the feeling of moving forward. During this evening, many guests question me, and the discussions often result in laughter, or total misunderstandings. A month later, two great collectors come to see me spontaneously in my workshop. What I thought was a simple courtesy visit was going to turn into a dream. I could not imagine the slightest moment being able to sell my work directly. The most confusing, was the spontaneous purchase of collectors, behaving like in a supermarket. "I'll take that and then that..." I sometimes wanted to say "no you're not going to buy this, it's not over" this scene is for me unreal. But this direct meeting had not pleased everyone and especially not the organizer of the exhibition, and even if I had indicated to present in a Parisian hotel, collectors had nothing to do. "We do what we want anyway" despite myself, this meeting had led to my eviction, even if no contract was ever signed or discussed. In the art world I discover, everything goes very fast. I find myself in an uncertain situation as to my ability to present my research. The situation is getting very dark, and writing a file in order to participate in contests is my only activity. I work day and night to write files. I'm considering a competition dedicated to the bronze sculpture. I present Excalibur, a vacuum cleaner, with the handle nested in his body, to answer the subject imposed, of audacity. For me it is obvious that the chosen one will succeed in extracting the broom from the vacuum, from his body. Even if I did not expect to lose, the sadness was to see that no one had complied with the rules. None of the nominees had respected the imposed dimensions and the winner had already exhibited his work in the gallery, which was, according to the regulation "disqualifying" this was a total misunderstanding for me, and an obvious for an old gallerist Met by chance. When you come from nowhere, when you have a misunderstanding of the world of art and when you make an art that does not enter the squares, it is difficult and the doors are closed to you. I am completely disillusioned and deeply sad. I don't expect any more contests. Months passed. I open my mail and discover that my work "Cell-Ion" is nominated by the jury of an American competition organized in France. She will be exposed to the city of science and industry in Paris. I can hardly believe it, and I read the mail several times. For the first time, I get external recognition. For several days, my work is exposed and I find myself at the heart of the action. I am happy to welcome the public and explain my work. I sometimes talk to the public for hours. For me, the place was just as important, because my artistic approach is a scientific process. Cell-Ion wins first prize, but the reward, is for me the reaction of a researcher who approaches me slips to my ear a thank you. "You just changed my life" is a synthesis between my life as a consultant to others, and its application through art. The end of the exhibition makes me enter a certain serenity, and I am carried by the thousands thanks. At this moment I understand how art can transform the daily life of men. I also received a nice gift, when I won a contest in the United States. I was asked to propose a work to help a handicapped little girl. I proposed for "The Malia Project" an adaptation of my "Universal Great Book" (a novel I wrote based on emoticons) in mobile application, allowing Malia to communicate using emoticons. The same year I threw my 3000-th paved in the pond, I slept 10 950 minutes for others, I did 18 726 prayers, I graduated 3727 students, I saved life to two snowmen, I recycled 825 digital files, I produced 2672 socks Sales, I sent 13627 messages in the universe, I recorded 7698 request of death date, I sold 23 T-shirt with a sleeve to the right and a sleeve to the left. I have served 58586 clients, politicians, actors, princess, writers, journalists of whom 1537 have made indecisions. I'm the Délesteur.

When was Le Délesteur born?

The year of birth of the artist is: 1974