The bedroom (Fukushima 2)

Steel, wood, aquarium, fishes, screens, textile, computer, electronics. 210*80*80 cm.

The bedroom is an optical theater of Raynaud. An image is formed in the bottom of an aquarium while another image, this one virtual, seems to form in the water thanks to a one-way mirror.

So you see we will come back
To simple things
To order ourselves as we want
In a quiet room
Under the sky without thinking elsewhere
where we must
get tangled up better
Interjections exclamations
Desires do not vanish
Just dilute
The little death will be the big one
(Fukushima)
I speak of our suicide
in a concert of suffering
and desire
How to end progress?
Without me
To double and flow
with all its brushing
We are told about radiation
What could be better
I throw bait around your liquid body
I know you as a molecule
I endure, I flow
between you and you in the middle, inside
The brushing surrounds us
Tremors, desires
Muscles, without foundations
Tell us funny stories provoke us
We can't talk about anything else
We can't see life any other way you see
At the heart of the reactor
No desire to talk about anything else

The fish testify: we are diluting ourselves.
We will be reborn when their arms grow back.