"The body, the privileged place of fantasies, possesses all signs, it is capable of producing an infinity of meanings, of being decoded on several different levels or, like a set of Russian dolls, to hide one meaning behind another.
In Liqueurs de chair, the intention is to draw from the body a sensual and erotic jubilation so intense that the senses are almost overwhelmed.
This transformation, a real chemical reaction (in the sense of distillation and maceration) evokes within me an extremely sweet sensation, but one that contains the intoxication of the deepest depths because it is always on the brink of that moment of extreme fragility in which the elation of the body reaches its paroxysm, where everything topples towards the irreversible, towards the destruction of the soul, where death is unmasked and from which the flesh starts gently secreting that sweet and heady substance that can pearl through the skin like sweat, sperm, tears and blood.
The surrealists, who made eroticism their privileged muse, knew that this rush of troubled feelings and random movements is the seminal fluid of creation."