MET, a photo novel extra vulgar
In which I myself act as the "living model". A wandering sculpture.

Act like all the others.
Those who remain standing in the mud. Those who remain stuck in the mud without being unhappy
(the mud can be easily removed).
The extra vulgar characters, these male images I use, they appear on stage. They appear in my performances and in
MET, a photo novel extra vulgar.

They are based on my childhood, the fifties. Those figures seemed to me, black-and-white, entire. When I look at them now, I'am not so sure.

So here I'am rather ambivalent facing those extra vulgar types. They give me substance to think about.