Sans titre, 2005

Thierry Dussac  

"I am nothing more than a machine, a stomach, a sensitive hose; a bulimic who swallowed everything that he sees; life, events, beings and feelings; this whole existence is concentrated and penetrates me, I must ingest it, digest it, assimilate and transform it, I shit what I don’t vomit, and life exits my tummy reincarnated in a gooey and smelly thing; I gave birth to a new vision of my life, of my existence, of my reality, transfixed, uglier and dirtier. I've extracted the beauty of every thing and kept it inside me in order to wash and cleanse myself. And I eliminated the excrements that constitute the hidden part of each event, of each person, of my existence. If I seem to be cynical, or sometimes even wicked, it is because I am too deeply generous; so deeply, that no one will ever know that. This will remain my weakness and my secret. Sublimating the ugliness is a much more worthy gesture than popularizing beauty."

Thierry Dussac