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_I die of (?) in South America.
2011
_No one gallerist wants look at what I am, so I fly to South America to live adventures and become irrefutable.
2010
_I draw a cock of blood brushing the floor with my nose. One meter long, with testicles.
2009
_I take mixed martial arts lessons. During which, at times, I sweat up to 2.5 liters in 3 hours.
2008
_I move to Berlin.
2007
_I begin walking in far eastern Siberia (Kamchatka peninsula) with the intention of reaching Ciudad de México. Alone and without any means of telecommunication. Exhausted by rivers in flood (crossed wading, sometimes swimming), inextricable vegetation, deep snow (having neither skis nor snowshoes) and the absence of anything edible, I set up my tent at the junction of two trails and remain there, incapacitated, for fifteen days, eating only bitter herbs, ants and earthworms. I lose 21 kilos in 27 days. There, dying, I write the program of my own dictatorial government. And on Wednesday, June 20th, on the ninth day of fasting, I found my religion: the Structure. Upon my return to the world of men I put on 10 kilos in first 5 days, tearing up my guts and risking a cerebral hemorrhage.
_I train with a rugby team.
2006
_By working for eight months as a demolition worker, I finance an expedition that I believe will be fatal to me.
2005
_Creation of my website.
2004
_I work as a gravedigger, I dig graves with a shovel.
2003
_Holy Virgin Cult tour with Jean-Louis Costes. 49 performances in Europe and 18 in America (NYC, Baltimore, Detroit, Chicago, Minneapolis, San Francisco, Los Angeles, Miami, Nashville…). The Murder Junkies invite us to perform the play on the occasion of the celebration, in Chicago, of the tenth anniversary of the death of GG Allin; however, fearing the violence of my contribution on an occasion like that, Costes declines. Having gradually been forbidden by him to shit, then to piss, to spit, and finally even to jump on his audience, I leave the man after an nth reprimand in a parking area in the vicinity of Philadelphia, walking on the median strip of the highway to the nearest international airport.
_The members of the priesthood of a haitian christian sect with voodoo tendencies having gathered in secret in a suburb of Paris take me aside to ascertain my purity by means of a ritual in the process of which, having formed a circle around me, they slowly walk towards me with their arms stretched forward, each of them screaming an incantation, not stopping until their rigid fingers are thrust into my flesh.
2002
_I walk about fifty kilometers in the Atacama desert with no provisions and only half a liter of water until I cross the Cordillera of the Andes; having reached Bolivia, climb the volcano Licancabur (5,900 meters high) without a backpack and in bad weather, leading me to fall asleep till death sitting down as the snow covers me, hundred meters from the peak; then, in the amazonian jungle I travel 1,400 km by boat on the rios Ichilo and Mamoré along the brazilian border.
2001
_I model nude for figure drawing. Appreciated for the painful poses I take.
2000/01
_Readmitted in my art school after a less than four minutes discussion. But instead going to school, I start taking kung fu lessons and working as a night watchman, reading important books.
_First public dance. No music, choreography or props of any kind — even no nudity. Just me, without crutches.
_The jury of my art school, confronted with a statement describing my life, judges that I do nothing of an artistic nature and refuses to award me a diploma. (I have ceased to be a good student, the things I do are no longer of a nature that could be awarded with a diploma.) Outraged, I go walking two hundred fifty kilometers in the rain in the mountains, sleeping in the mud wrapped in a woodpile tarpaulin cover.
1999/00
_First solo concert at the opening of an exhibition in my former art school, in the presence of the Minister of Culture. I come down from the platform to touch the genitals of members of the audience, and also jump into the pond there in the garden.
_I acquire my first significant scar from having twice thrown myself naked and full length onto ceramic shards. The police interrupts the performance, part of the twenty liters of pig’s blood we used having trickled under the door of the gallery and out on the sidewalk.
1998/99
_My grandfather dies: I realize that I will come to an end.
_Despite having been admitted to the fifth year course, I leave my art school, finally being ready to move on to serious matters.
_I begin writing my book The Consequences.
1997/98
_I kiss a girl for the first time.
1996/97
_I participate in my first surprise party and find myself desiring “the world of Satan”.
_I write down my first reflections.
_I’m interviewed before 2,000 assembled Jehovah’s Witnesses, as a consequence of which all the mothers in the audience go see my mother to assure her: “I wish I had a son like yours…!”
_Hearing myself humming Sex & Violence by the Exploited without the slightest aversion but, to the contrary, a distinct fondness, I leave the Jehovah’s Witnesses sending three letters of resignation.
_I immediately become the singer of a punk/hardcore band. I make my audience bleed from the first concert onwards.
1994/95
_I am at the top of my class.
_Admitted to the École des Arts Décoratifs of Strasbourg. On the strength of my application materials and the results of an examination, the jury of admissions offers me to reach directly the second year course (I declined the invitation).
_Every evening I masturbate, immediately afterwards praying God to forgive me.
1991
_I was baptized a Jehovah’s Witness, excited by hopes of a divine massacre of the mediocre – children in particular. I appreciate Jehovah’s total lack of compassion towards the undeserving.
1987
_I perceive myself within the cosmos (one Summer’s day, in a place called the furnace).
_I send a message to God, slipping it into a drain.
1985
_I emigrate to France and learn to speak french.
_My mother enrolls me in the Jehovah’s Witnesses Theocratic Ministry School so that I will become a good preacher.
_I am forced to love those who disgust me.
1984
_I teach the Bible to children who are older than me.
_Satan’s face appears to me on our tv screen. My mother and I immediately call upon Jehovah, appealing to Him to deliver us from his presence.
_I write to my future self, telling him what I wish him to become and not to become.
1982
_In order to enter into contact with the friends of my mother who eat at our house, I roll around on the floor at their feet in an orange sleeping bag.
_At the ends of the cassettes onto which my mother sings christian hymns, I record violent, slobbering lallations.
_A girl in my class exposes her genitals and encourages me to touch them: I burst into tears.
1978
_My parents divorce because of a religious disagreement.
1976
_Born in Florence in a medicean villa — in the very place where Lorenzo the Magnificent died —, of a magyar mother and a tuscan father, during an annular eclipse of the sun.