CHRISTÓ VIOLA

Writing and thinking everyday Going through my archive I learnt That you throw a life away dashing yourself in tears of joy and pain You sign your skin with blades And stab the stomach of your lovers You give your juice of love for money For boredom You simply re-playing everyday your childhood and the relationship you had with your parents. Then you hit your head on the wall repeatedly It's never enough to get the point of no sentimentalism but flesh and dreams. My photographs are just an external me and the love I have got. My photographs are my rage, my blood, my need for love. It wants to traduce the Human being on the fact of love, and how we approach it. I did much research, relying mainly on Freud studies, concluding that love could be a bipolar exercise towards the finding of pleasure, and it manifests a fetishistic attraction to the desired object or idea.