Jacques Dutronc sang la vie est un cactus
I consider pain as a sign of identity, universal, esential for life and cacti symbolise this pain in this project.
A human being, like the cactus resists, fights against his/her deprivation, different needs according to his/her age and circumstances.
We become sufferers of our own being.
We learn, as well, through suffering that we have to protect ourselves against sadness and joy.
Thus our own spikes are born .
Spikes hide an occult beauty. They are a palpable proof of how we integrate pain into our lives. They create our personality and awaken our defence instinct. They move us, to build a barrier which protects our personal space.
Is pain something that can be shared?