The idea for Souffrances de poche occurred to me one day when
I was walking down the road, feeling a bit down and out of
A thought popped in my head: “if I had a little box in my
pocket, say the size of a cigarette case and inside that box
there would be some etchings with images more unpleasant then
this present reality, then I might, looking at them, smile
a little and in doing so my perspective regarding the reality
of things would be restored."
To disperse our personal rain-clouds through means of slapstick
or schadenfreude is a very effective way to relieve
that home-made pressure.
Obviously I am not the only one who, by times, walks
around feeling blue but I might be the only one who creates
images like these as a short cut to restore existential awkwardness.
Sometimes when we find ourselves, somewhere and somehow, so
lost and estranged that we ask ourselves: what am I
doing here, what the hell is this life about
remember then that this should be the moment to look at the
Souffrances de poche !