*a memory

In July, a friend of mine invited us to visit a small workers' row houses area. Surrounding one of the houses there was an extensive tomato garden full of fruits, almost all small green tomatoes. However, in one of them, larger and already mature, a large fissure was visible, identical to those that crossed the walls of these abandoned houses.

*a project 

The body. As in Bong Joon-ho's film Parasite, poverty has a smell. The same smell. And those bodies stink. Houses too. Social inequality crosses these places.An inequality that is also transmissible. Palaces and islands. People's homes. Some are rich and others poor. Bodies of work, survival bodies, divided into production modes, sometimes transformed into modes of repression. The social worker is everywhere, from the factory to the university.  People's homes.Bodies of work, survival bodies, divided into production modes. The social worker is everywhere, from the factory to the university. A work without pleasure in a pleasureless body. Appealing to the poetic function that disturbs hierarchical divisions, the alimentary body combines all delusions. It is the violent language of life ( Artaud) that speaks through the organism ,the orgy, (Sade) the force field (Deleuze), through what is the product of social organization (Marx).  It is the violent language of life that speaks through the organism. As in Parasite, we may continue to pretend that we are not relatives. We prefer, however, brighter pictures.