Michaël Stora, psychoanalyst and founder of l'Observatoire des Mondes numériques — December 2018
Suspended from the taut rope of life, the fragments of life are scattered. Tightly packed together, the raft seems fragile. Twisted colors, standing wind, the waves of migrants run aground on the shores that divide two worlds. Red and black, yellow and blue, opposites create complementary colors. The fear of difference is expressed in the swirling of these unhooking springs and the bending of the body. Difference is Séverine Assouline's mark, the one that disturbs and reminds us that we are all German Jews!
Sphinge
With two “Ls”, I break the silence of men. I fluctuate and drift between the meanders of your aspiration. I undergo without guilt and remain open to your desire. Attentive yet indifferent. Biting until meaning emerges from these deep wounds. Women, be ready to leap to love. Tranquil on my claws, arched to offer, wings spread, danger is familiar. Defiant assurance, absence is necessary. My face, so smooth, lets itself be devoured.
Face B.
The domestic night is strewn with phosphorescent stones. Sleep is clear, dreams are restless. We pay the price of ignored love. We sail repeatedly towards a hidden dimension. Desire is gone, yet we freeze in the matrimonial bed. Remain without insomnia, and above all do not change the place of fetishes. The wave is slow, yet the rhythm is provocative. My desire is crystallized, my sex is free.