Any site is looked upon as being a 'selling' place; now the only thing, at this moment, that could be sold, would be prints_ but who in her/his 'right' mind would buy a print, at any given price from a totally unknown deviant self or elf like the whom which is me?_ only answer is none, nobody, nada, not me eh eh_

This site is my own café, the location where my ideas, concepts can be hung to "dry" in a sense_I have rooms into which to sit and look around and then decide that, well things should be moved around, dismissed replaced or re-invented_ this my freedom in self-expression_ each image is a perceptual mix, beyond any logic or socio-moral frame; each has a self-expression that is imbedded in an unobtrusive way_ they are funny, irresponsible, unrelated yet, each has a depth that requires perceptual tools rarely found within one's snatchel_ they re endowed with patience, latency or dormancy, and they will re-animate themselves within the positiveness of a certain type of awareness_ the one which is part of the animal surviving within the wilderness, through faith within certain senses which will never come out into any civilized light_ a civilized light is just a timer set for a parabola of passage, wilderness is timeless, there is no light within it_ oh! how much do civilized people try to coat everything with their 'civilization', only to discover, at the end that wilderness has simply taken up a different guise and is now busily shaking down all the remaining shards of civilisation_ complete with those so-named civilized people_

My images are like children_ they are born without me knowing where they could come from, in fact I am not interested at all in that logic_ the only aspect which keeps me open to their passage, is the warmth which slowly distillates itself within my innards when I look at them_ they must be from a world so beautiful that the atoms which are now imbedded with this world's basic concept and into the digital existentiality, that it is worth for me to fight with myself and remain here, in this socio-biological aberration, while they pop out from me, here and there, within the quietness of my physical spaces, filling these with auras that get me back to the rare times when a sun comes and shines through the old windows_

They are respected enjoyed not as being a part of me, a product of..., they are enjoyed for what they do to me inside, while passing through my own fragile transience, while going away towards their own destinies, like shooting stars through the darkness of reality, the socio-biological one_ they just go away and looking into them is just like visiting old friends or should it be said, eternal beings whom dusted me on their passage_ friends which need not be aware of my being, otherwise than an adequate conduct, door, transit tube, for their own existential travels_

This site has been planned as an experimental tool_it is about the fourth iteration, each one so unique that no comparison rises_each answered to a specific global perception, rather a level of perception of that monster which lurks withing the infinite confines of this inner space, the one which is within each individuality, be it a four legged or two or none entity_each iteration has been there for me to look into and proceed further onwards, radially expanding within the infinite inside_

This site now behaves at two levels_the thumbnail level and the big image level_ all the images can be perceived by anybody with almost any standard viewing screen and slow bandwitdth, we are speaking thumbnail level_now if one clicks on an image, aside those within the 'entracte' which are simply visual drivers to their related section, then this click will hit a 600k duo of images back to back_this duo requires high speed transit and also, at least, a 21inc flat screen, in order to be viewed as it should be_

Now, first, the back to back imaging is extremely important within the learning process corridor which this site is_yes a learning corridor_so, if you have two flat screens open up on the two and just have fun with them_this what is all about dynamicity_you will be playing not with imagery for itself, but with imagery within yourself, you will probably burst out laughing, just like when you were pre-ado, when you could look at all the walruses stomping ahead of you and thinking/feeling the "this is not for me" option_so, now, what?? eh eh

Each image carries it's own content/reality_each is an individual, has it's own style, persona_ problem is all about perception, your perception, your tools_and surprise, an aborigene entity could look into them and feed on their content without even uttering a single word_ meanwhile, you the socialite, the educated, the intellectual, will probably discard the whole site as a pile of garbage_ which it is really, a report on the garbage, but on the composting garbage from which new forms of life are litteraly growing out from under your feet_ remember the green peas growing into a ladder up over the clouds_well for some this will be so, since they will know intuitively how to 'climb up'_ but for the extreme majority, this site will be the exponential expression of what is 'wrong' in this world_

My site is just that, a positive pile of garbage, a collection of composted piles of garbage, each a 'petri' dish with it's own culture of bacteria, busily farming an universe on it's own, yep, my images are just so many petri dishes, my site is just the same_

Being a canadian with a french flavoring, and being the man behind all this theater's props/etc restrictions had to be applied to my actions_ the first being that english would have to be the 'key' language_ obviously, an extreme majority of my viewers are fluent within this language and to put up a two level affair, well time is not expandable_ and, on a wishfull thinking note, this site would rather address the majority languages first_ then one as to speak/write it in order to use them_

Also, the texting never but never correlates in a logical fashion with what is at hand_ my images are not from the socio-logical-moral worlds_ they simply are from nowhere, undeducated and impolite in an impish fashion_ I love laughing, but I never never laugh from or at anybody, it is always a cleaning process, like a resetting of an overworked computer_I love laughing at myself, from myself_ it's kind like of an echoing system through which I can measure how much space lies around the me_ solitude is the essential condition/choice or no choice that befalls those which develop inside instead of outside_

If you ever read any further, then please forget your seriousness, just enjoy the game of letters and the worlds which try to come out through them, like so many sun rays...blindingly and yet warm and cosy, a bit like that yellowish campsite night fire, the one you sat quietly by all the while not being really 'there'_

It is not a 'balanced' site in relation with my 'production'_ it is skewered or shiskebaded by my actual work_ going back in time and putting up some on the site, is just a hazardeous task with it's on and off moments_ but it will come, that day when...well, better forget about it, then it will come on it's own accord_

In fact, this site is simply a kitchen counter, where dishes being made ready are laid in an hapazard order, logically speaking_ seriousness could stain my work, because my work is my only game, a total affair, simply because when an image shoots herself up through me, it always surprises me that it did so and then I have to start laughing while my curiosity jumps into it and starts coming up with all types of artifacts each with its own glow, aliveness_ so welcome to my kitchen and have fun_ everything is fresh and healty in a respectfull manner as opposite to a didactic manner_ one cannot teach what is not already latent within the student, because to teach is simply the art of teasing, tickling the curiosity of one's towards this latency glowing within her/his self_