Dear Diary

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Flies in my studio are annoying.

I am so paranoid like most of them. Everyone

in the art world is so nervous waiting for

something to begin or end.

Dear diary I'm sick of being alone with the pressure

and the futile attempts at perfection...

We make things until they are better

than us or until we get sick of them.

Truth or excitement?

Art is a faith based business.

Art is a rearranged question.

I don't know what i'm doing

and I move forward.

Dear Diary my hair is leaving me and

I'm so proud to be living like electricity,

living like I wanted when I was a boy.

Advice for hot young meat: don't be ungrateful

and don't be bitter

Don't google your own name

Simon Evans, Dear Diary (2008)

jusqu'au 16 mai au Palais de Tokyo

Egalement exposées :

Symptoms of Loneliness (2009)

The Voice (2010) [Détail]