During an art residency in Essaouira, I focused on finding authentic moments away from the alienation of society. RW project is meant to be a silly and funny interpretation of an imaginary return to the authentic.
This silly project got silly Me thinking:
“What does it mean to be authentic? Does it simply mean to not wear a mask under a couple hundred others as Nietzsche implied?”
I came up with this conclusion: society, being an industry of manipulation, is the greatest of all storytellers. It tells lies. Lies lies lies. We grow up listening to lies. And I hate lies. Let’s correct all the lies then.
Correcting lie #1: Evolution. Obviously, everything started with our hair. Then, the hair felt lonely, so it gathered clay and stuff to build itself a head. Then, the head felt lonely, so it gathered more clay and stuff to build a body. The first draft was pretty vulgar, I have to say. After version final-final-final-fucking-final-3, the Femen ladies came to show their tits followed by the Burqa ladies to hide their tits. Today, only tits are left.
Correcting lie #2: There is no global warming. A giant Didsy, with cool sunglasses, is drying all the oceans because she’s really really really thirsty.
Correcting lie #3: You don’t need to be with surrounded by dull people. It’s paper life, and paper life is prison. Do some jump rope over mountains. It’s freedom.
Correcting lie #4: Growing up is for trees. But, if you decide to be a tree, at least be a strawberry tree. Have some dignity.
Correcting lie #5: Girls shouldn’t stay in caves, unless they are batgirls.
Correcting lie #6: Milk is ending because sexual harassment against cows is now punished by the Mooh Law. Almonds don’t have nipples. Drink almond milk.
Correcting lie #7: Courbet called vaginas the Origin of the World. It’s a blatant lie. Vaginas are the universe. Mine is covered with an underwear and 7 hearts. You can stare at it below. Just please, drink almond milk for fuck sake!