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jobs in a technical project which had nothing to
do with art, but could have military interest. And
thatd justify the salary of these bureaucrats
working for this institution pretending to be a
help for young artists!
The man went out without my adherence but I
found myself with no means to go on, thrown
out of the scribes social class. The social lift
had sent me back in the working class issued of
immigration of my childhood. I was destitute
and downcast. I felt that I hadnt learned
anything during all these studies.
I was feeling guilty, as the society wasnt
interested with my works which the art school
had however prized (award of the best arts
student in 1993). Without the space necessary to
do installations, from 1993 to 1995, I took
interest in painting and, in the same time,
making videos and computer graphics with
Internet and some installations on paper. I was
questioning myself about my future, in that
desert resulting of having been obliged to get
away from that high cultural middle of the art
school. I started painting dancers, landscapes
from Spain and from the seaside in Brittany. I
had the idea that a municipality would be
interested and that I could sell my paintings to
tourists.
I was feeling that I was on the path off an
opportunistic painting for money and despite my
good will, that didnt work. I didnt earn even a
cent but, in fact, that gave me reinsurance. My
paintings were standing up for me!
Anecdotally, with the help of the human
resources coach which I had been imposed, I
asked to a municipality of the seaside which had
disused premises if I could exhibit there my
paintings. I was not accepted but they hastened
to open a gallery where they exhibited some
mediocre works of local painters for tourists.
After five years, I realized that I had some real
knowledge and capacity in arts and that feeling
guilty was not legitimate. I felt in a better mood
to go on with my work on virtual worlds and art.
New technologies became open and allowed me
jobs in a technical project which had nothing to
do with art, but could have military interest. And
thatd justify the salary of these bureaucrats
working for this institution pretending to be a
help for young artists!
The man went out without my adherence but I
found myself with no means to go on, thrown
out of the scribes social class. The social lift
had sent me back in the working class issued of
immigration of my childhood. I was destitute
and downcast. I felt that I hadnt learned
anything during all these studies.
I was feeling guilty, as the society wasnt
interested with my works which the art school
had however prized (award of the best arts
student in 1993). Without the space necessary to
do installations, from 1993 to 1995, I took
interest in painting and, in the same time,
making videos and computer graphics with
Internet and some installations on paper. I was
questioning myself about my future, in that
desert resulting of having been obliged to get
away from that high cultural middle of the art
school. I started painting dancers, landscapes
from Spain and from the seaside in Brittany. I
had the idea that a municipality would be
interested and that I could sell my paintings to
tourists.
I was feeling that I was on the path off an
opportunistic painting for money and despite my
good will, that didnt work. I didnt earn even a
cent but, in fact, that gave me reinsurance. My
paintings were standing up for me!
Anecdotally, with the help of the human
resources coach which I had been imposed, I
asked to a municipality of the seaside which had
disused premises if I could exhibit there my
paintings. I was not accepted but they hastened
to open a gallery where they exhibited some
mediocre works of local painters for tourists.
After five years, I realized that I had some real
knowledge and capacity in arts and that feeling
guilty was not legitimate. I felt in a better mood
to go on with my work on virtual worlds and art.
New technologies became open and allowed me