How do life remains interesting enough for me to work so hard at getting through it without even wishing for the stabilization of social power, imbedment within a pyramid an anthill where each is positioned through competitive achievements?

Simply said, social achievements have never been anything else than homeworks, steps that one must finish-up in order to start living; in fact, as soon as somebody would try to push me into a competitive avenue, limpness would cause me to just become a heap of fresh dung;it is easy to imagine how those competition masters would look at me there and then

When curiosity is your essential 'raison d'être' the first thing you learn, is 'how to become invisible' socially speaking, or how to roam around the pack without ever being sucked-in by the vortex effect of the said pack; curiosity taught me all what was needed; and observation brought in the art of correlation, the linking of apparently totally unrelated elements, which forces out all kinds of conceptual realities, themselves hiding within the social dust of the bipedal pack_

One has to develop a long range vision in order to bend to the daily requirements, which, without this long term plan, become simply absurb and very uninteresting to 'touch'_

This formula which repeats itself easily when one reaches the conclusion of such a plan, has carried me into very different areas of life, each one like a different garden for which I had to develop a 'nose' to appreciate it; and it must be pointed out that these long range affairs are always out of a single social structure/context; luckily, since a social structure is always a very short term entity and demands/forces the same type of consideration from all it's adherents;

The building tools for that always have been books/films/physical trave; it is remarkable how each of these media/data supports complement each other within one's conceptual environment_

Manual labor, hard and exhausting, the work of the hands is also critical in grounding me, keeping me from just 'flying'away into conceptualities that will not be caught; when you move earth, pour concrete, you learn very fast the importance of thought ahead of execution...you have just so much energy/power/strenght that you must learn how to be 'polite' with your projects...it also means that you have to organise, engage yourself for years at a time to succeed at certain tasks; you also have to learn patience in order to do things to your own best; now that is an attitude totally opposite the average consumeristic one which feeds the majority in our cities_

In a life like mine, there is no place for quickies, show off, wall garnering; it is all a question of timing and execution, relentless work in order to make sure the very smallest thing is looked upon with respect_

My life as what??? an artist, a human being, a social entity, whatever, now is the time to expand on my life as an imager entity_

Very early, in fact in my first years, being the first child of a 5 units brood, mine was like opening a path into the jungleish relational world created by two totally unaware biological entities_

It has meant learning very fast were to position one-self in order to survive the crashings of the moment; so observation and movement where my firsts necessities and since survival depended on them, they became my prime tools, so much that they have become part of my being to the point that they operate on the sub-conscious level_

Example, going into a party room, without even looking directly, pouring the self into the feelings/currents and eddies of all within just letting them invade me and move me to where the self wanted to position it's own biological envelope; contact are so easy due to the fact that without even assessing logically, my approaches are tailored to size; so when a tool becomes within my hands, it now 'owns' the self, the me; in the field, no need for logiscities; it just is a question of the body/mind obeying to the tool and imaging whatever needs to be so; sometimes my logic questions the sanity of my moves or laziness pushes me to not do the imaging, both aspects that caused me hours of regret/anguish; so much that now, these two comparsitos have been banned from my being; the tool requires imaging/feeding the body/mind just as needed in order to 'keep them quiet', while the imaging monster quietly feeds the self hidden within me_

It's been sixty years since that specific alertness imbedded itself and never stopped developping all over my being, through every professional or work period; intuitive observation and displacement have driven me through all strats of the canadian social fabric, under all types of persona, be it architect or designer or contractor or teacher or manual worker and this imaging all along without even thinking about being what? an artist? what is that?

Now, at almost sixty-eight, my perceptual conception of what life is much more a fact of solitude amidst millions of solitudes and the only way for me to transcend my own solitude is simply to codify it within the weavings of images with each departing on it's own orbit_

My 'new' life_

Before internet, there was no way to 'go out' than to use a car/plane....with all the sub-cycles necessary to get there, in the plane... now, between two tasks, I jump into mail or google earth, and here we go...anywhere...in a sense_

As soon as internet became available, I started diggin within it and build a web page; it had nothing to do with the current one; at that time, internet was just a new fixture within most cities of a certain size; it meant being in them to access the digital road and build a presence; through the years, this system has expanded exponentially, so much, that, now my site lives in Toronto, I live in Isle-Verte, a small dying village along the St Lawrence river, but within a hughe compound, where I can roam and do all sorts of stuff; I am linked through a dsl line withinthe internet community; so, if I go out, the forest/river shores, are litterally at my door; there is a fox which does his run every day, on main street, right at dusk...inside the house, it's internet and I am no longer into the village's empty streets

The images, the concept, the writings, the building of this site, everything is simply done by me_why?_because I cannot afford this to be otherwise, whoever you look at it_the one thing which is totally mine, is my time, all of it, 24/7/52_it means that my environment is mine_if you happen to stumble on one of my builds, all of them are financed, conceptualized, executed within my own means_

My life has been a serial of experimentations, trials, discoveries, all at the human level, none at the social, simply because you will not find a true human expression in any society_a society is there just for itself_it starts, grows, glows and burns itself out, without any human consideration_it is not there for humans, but for itself, to procreate through sporezitation cycles_now we, within our lifespan, cannot see that reality_only through intellectual control of our own biology, can we, as individuals, crawl out of one's lifespan's waters and learn to look and see, outside of one's own little aquarium_

This site is just that, a crawl outside my own little aquarium; a place, like a kind of a beach, where are left bits and pieces of me, that cannot or will not return with me when the crawl back urges me backwards, like a kind of relapse_each time it's getting easier to stay out of the said aquarium_and here, on this site, you can find and pick up artefacts from another life_since each life is different, then one cannot pretend otherwise and remember, difference does not imply a judgement, moral or social, it just states that there is a difference_one just cannot fit within another_