Thomas SingUntil I break (SIGNED) (LAST COPY)

Until I break is an "archeology of desire", a visual journey through the borderland of sexuality and religion.

(...) Early childhood : a visit to my moribund grandmother in a hospital, somewhere in the countryside. Linoleum corridors, neon lights, the smell of malady and urine barely covered with aggressive detergents. In the shade of a bathroom, like a ghost, the grandmother : who seemed to be but a heap of bones, meters of white hair and flaps of skin hanging loose. Then me : alone in the parked old eggshell BMW of my parents. A rainy, grey day of Spring or Autumn. The next picture : briars, thorns, my hand touching my forehead and turning red. With a subtle sense of guilt, I crawl back into the rear seat until my parents return and I stare out of the window as we drive off, in the ridiculous hope of not getting caught (at what ?). The horror as they discover my face covered in blood. I am petrified, dumb, speechless because of a secret so buried inside of me that, to this day, I still cannot recall it, not even in a state of deep trance. But I remember vividly the lust that permeated my body like a low-frequency note, resonating with my shame, growing with it into a frenzy, lending it an irresistible sweetness, and blending together to the point of unrecognizability while we drove home, just to experience a new unexpected high as, on our arrival in W., I was shown to the family - uncle S. had some iodine after all. (...)

Black linen hardcover with gold embossing, 335 x 250 mm. Wrapper in paper with a seal. Gilt edged. Text in german and in english. Edition limited to 300 numbered and signed copies. Sealed copy.