From S E B A S T I E N G O Y
A video displayed against a wall at viewer’s sight height, showing a close-up of my face. After a few instants of staring, I start spitting frontally, but the expelled saliva adopts a ludicrous path, falling back on my face. I keep however spitting, alterning aggressive and suffering stances, until the end of the video. My slightly askew, floating gaze attests an awareness of the camcorder and its display during the performance.