From 01/02/2003 to 29/03/2003
So
Lydie Arickx : the human body is back, full strength.
So it finds again the use of its blood, of its senses, of its burning and convulsed identity. So it isn’t an appendix to Reason, to Theory, to the Marketing Machine which trades on looks and appearances any more. So, with joined breaches and torsions, it hauls itself out of its long matter sleep. With such body there is no room for pornography, fashion shows, marketable pretences. So it shows us once more its privilege to be an abyss, its original resourcefulness, its founding virtue. So it recovers its true self —a source of values, of knowledge and revelations—. So it shakes itself like an animal in order to leap as a human being. So it is a chaos capable of enlightenment. So it is a bed of pain and grace ready to enlighten us with its civilising pulsions buried deep down...damned. So this body suddenly stops being an illiterate whirl. So, all of a sudden, it opens its mighty telluric book to us. So this book is there, deep inside of us, or at least its rough draft, whose pages, I imagine still clotted with primeval mud, promise an astoundingly easy understanding of being and of the human being. So modern society trains us not to be able to write such books it deems too dangerous for its old dogmatic and cerebral conception of progress. So modern society is carrying out quite a work of dehumanization. So we must urgently gaze intently at Lydie Arickx’ work. So I understand what she means when she tells me that modern man should humbly bend a knee in dirt. So I vibrate. So I roar with her this exacerbated yet visionary prayer.
Marcel Moreau
16 November, 2002
