Is it the ultimate expression of egoic tendencies? A brilliant non-dual project that removes the line between self and other? Or just postmodern art being the absurd beast it is?
Translated from the original French, the introduction to the project may shed some light on the original intent:
These instants were invented by Pupsam. And yet, indeed, this is a record of real events (reportage), since long searches and deep internal journeys were necessary to arrive here:
Starting from one consenting individual, imagine together his encounter with himself (not another, but his double), to create a couple that will embrace each other, then trace their posture, the spark in their eyes, and finally the abandon to the other that is me, to make visible the impossible kiss, monstrously shameless. And so? moments that are desired, dreamed, hidden at the bottom of us, denied… taboo! Perhaps the fleeting reality from which trouble springs.
I didn’t feel as much uneasiness as many who have commented on the series, but it is there, mixed with eroticism. A lot of questions arise when I reflect on this. What is your reaction to this?