Last night, I was smoking a cigarette looking by the window and I though about an advertisement for my living room. It was a large picture of an old fashion green sofa with a light buld hanged
just few centimeters near a curvy modernist sculpture on the top of a wooden furniture.
And this eternal smiling girl, showing her brown coffee teeth, looking at the camera.
A bubble getting out of her mouth.

"We provide a collective, spacious and luminous office space. Free of charge".

I haven't made yet the decision to look closely enough, but it's quiet unsual to spend hours and hours inside a room with no goal, it only happens when you feel a bit depressed at home, right ? Are you working at home ? I do and I love to take picture of those working times inside
my private space, because it often compose strange and beautiful still life with a synthesizer
on the kitchen table, wires and oignons, tee-shirts, crayola, limonade, books and mics.
Actually, I'm looking at my guest who is checking her email laying on the sofa, we start talking together about her position as an artist and as a guest in my living room. She knows that in my living room, she don't have to be an efficient artist, nor productive, nor professional but, I guess, she is already thinking how to practice this situation, how to practice the living room, understand it and disturb it. Maybe it's already done.

As we are here for fews hours now, I will have to buy more juice downstairs. I pin my todo list on the wall, near the drawing of Enricco and I decide to add tulips in plastic pots on the list. I love to think about that as a composition far away from the idea that art has to manifests and release itself through pieces intended to a public. I prefer to considers our domestic life in this living room as an eternal state of performing.

I'm going to buy juices.

There is much more to imagine, but perhaps you get the picture,
don't ask me what is an efficient professional artist please, this is not the point.

Lou Masduraud & Antoine Bellini.