« -Why am I all naked in my photos ?

Because nudity is timeless.

We can’t really know if that photo was taken in 1994 or in 2014.

You know.

So, it’s a sort of indicator I guess.

-There is also some willing to seduce with that nudity.

A desire to seduce the spectator showing your naked body,

No ?

-Yes.

I think that’s clear.

In a sens, that’s what we do all, right ?

With or without clothes.

-Some groups and associations criticize violently your work.

According to them, you would be the actual woman-object, a negative symbol that flourishes in social networks.

You would be part of these women who feed the misogyny and chauvinism.

What do you think about these criticisms ?

-I’m sad.

Sad that they are decreasing every year.

A species endangered, these conservative clowns.

Sad to loose free publicity every year.

-Imagine you were in front of one of them, what would you say to him or to her ?

-That there is always a first time for everything.

Even for thinking.

-Magdalena Wosinska[1], what are your futur projects ?

-Time is a subject that attracts me a lot :

it shapes us, kills us, rejuvenates us.

And we are submitted to it, we streched it, we delete it.

The interaction between Time and us is what I call « atmosphere ».

So I explore several atmospheres in my next book.

-In the same way as for your last book, The Experience, Vol. I [2]?

All naked ?

-Why not ?

Time needs clothes ?

-Thank you Magdalena Wosinska !

-Thank you. »

Magdalena leaves the restaurant and lights a cigarette.

Sunset.

A restaurant at the seaside.

A restaurant with one special feature : it hosts artists with big potential who can meet investors and journalists.

A discreet restaurant.

But what interests us is a parrot.

The parrot near the entry of the restaurant.

A green parrot with a black beak.

His paw was attached with a wire to a hook in the wall.

The parrot was there to entertain the customers.

And the parrot saw a lot of customers : all kind of them.

Barney.

That’s the name of the parrot.

« -…and what I saw in this restaurant wasn’t beautiful.

But there is one thing that irritates me on a 10 Richter’s scale : everyone thinks that I’m a male parrot !

I’m not !

No, I’m not.

« I’M A FEMALE ! I’m a female ! » I shout them.

But nothing : they don’t understand.

« They are all stupid »: that’s the most obvious assertion that builds my daily-reality !

Neither God or some metaphisical bullshit like « I think, I am » could challenge my « they are all stupid ! ».

They always look at the owner of the restaurant, with smiles and laughs that, by the way, could inspire infant’s diarrhea, and they would always say :

« What a beautiful male parrot that you have here !

What a beautiful green male parrot !

Does he speak ? »

Of course I can speak, you miserable cunt !

I’m trying all day to explain you that I am a female.

And I’m actually saying that to you, you stupid face !

« -Wow ! Hello ?! Hello !? Me female !

-…

He actually speaks very good english !

-… »

-At least, people can say that I am something.

But you !

What happened to you ?!

We can’t choose between male or female when we look at you.

Are those boobs or are you a fat man ?!

I must confess that « Barney » for a female is not really appropriate…

But as I always say, you have to live with your time.

Since 6 years that I walk my ass on this plank of wood, I learned how to adapt myself and entertain the customers.

I developped a sense of humor that some people don’t like.

Mostly for Francis : the guy who « takes care » of me.

Yes, I am an angry parrot !

I’m not happy !

Under my wing, they tattooed GFY : my ID certainly.

When some dumm face tires me, I lift my wing.

They get what they want : a little exotic parrot show.

As for me, I can say to them « Go Fuck Yourself » without saying a word and without sanctions.

No.

I’m angry but that doesn’t stop me to have some fun.

And there are some exeptions sometimes.

Magdalena is part of these exeptions.

We had this moment between us where words does not have to be pronounced.

We exchange some looks.

That is when this rare moment happened : you know, when the other recognizes your identity, your presence.

I like this Magdalena.

By the way, when she left the restaurant, I wanted to show her my respect showing her my back as she does in her photos.

And that’s when I saw Francis.

He was angry, irritated as always.

What an ugly human being this Francis.

The most smart idea arises in me at this very moment.

When Francis and Magdalena crossed each other, one to go out and the other to go in, they were just in front of me.

And that’s when I shout out loud :

-BITCH !

Everybody in the restaurant turned.

Everybody looked at the scene.

Everybody made the connection.

And Francis was fired.

Today, Michelle is the person who « takes care » of me.

Nothing really changed but at least, Michelle is a woman.

Like me.

Last news : I am invited to entertain the Oscar ceremony[3].

How it will be ?

I don’t know.

One thing is sure : we’re gonna have fun !

To be continued…

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[3] http://oscar.go.com/news/oscar-news/oscars-2016-nominee-contenders-and-categories