The battle against oneself with oneself

The body is the only vector for understanding the surrounding world. All knowledge passes through the body. The mind does not exist as a self-conscious body. But the entire environment has an influence on the body. The air. Food. Water. The three elements essential to our survival.All the body's work in this performance is to disappear into the little hill of sugar in a magical way, thanks to the mastery of a certain micromovement and a certain concentration. The whole body is requisitioned to sink very slowly into the mass of sugar. I'm not hiding anything about the performance. But performance isn't about words, it's about the body. Sugar hurts the body much more than broken glass. Sugar is treacherous. Little by little, it scratches the skin and enters the body, dissolving in the body. I've experienced this physically. Working with sugar is like working with one of the worst materials I've ever worked with, concrete. The material of the sugar infuses itself into my body through my skin. It's extremely unpleasant and the wounds heal very badly. That's probably why I protect my skin to avoid a sudden onset of diabetes.

I'm prepared as one prepares for death. It's a way of preparing myself for my own death. It's a very slow preparation that precedes wisdom in the face of death. There are many interpretations of this performance. We can, for example, read sugar's power over us as symbolically reducing us to a straitjacket, forced to eat sugar. It's a real massacre.

I know I'm fighting in a vacuum. I can't get used to it.

y.m.