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About Work

It’s a body.
It’s a body made out of water.
It’s a body made out of fabrics.
It’s a question with no answer.
It’s a body coming out of the materials.
It’s the shape of a body.
It’s the colours of the skin.
It’s the accent when you speak.
It’s a character.
I take your story to make it mine.
Now It’s mine.
I grow up with you, I am part of you,
you are part of me. Where is the true

in this ambivalent discourse. It’s your
parole against mine. But you doesn’t
exist and I do. As your creator shall I
be superior to you ? You tell
me Hubert.
Don’t take it for granted.
It’s a question of balance.
Child of the universe, a magic
character coming from my
imagination, Hubert what is
your story?