Notes from the artist: 

From French citizens, English subjects and others, I have received a huge amount of email full of political innuendoes concerning this exhibition preview. 
Here, for all, is my answer.

        It is true that, for the sake of the Visual Art in and for the fading glamorous image of France abroad, I do not wish for the return of the Socialists to power with a prime minister and entourage as parochial and dull as that of Jospin's. Neither do I want to use Ronsardises to praise or criticize the ethic of politicians such as Mitterrand, the bigamist late French socialist president, or Lionel Jospin' soporific leadership of the lowest common denominator who promoted the regime change in France from Democracy to Odocratie a la française.

Due to my profession in Art, I have probably in politic the simplistic fatalism of the non-initiate. I am basically apolitical. If I had to choose I would have opted for the Moderate and cognizant liberal center i.e. the thinnest slice of the hemicycle.

"Pan metron ariston" measure in all things, is not a successful recipe for politic. With too few exceptions, politic brings up to the surface very little idealism but it is a rich ground for bigotry, fanatism, hypocrisy or plain human stupidity; we can't however do without politics, it is a human necessity and its demagogical addiction. The only sure thing is that intelligence dwells elsewhere. 

Sadly, there seems to be a sort of mathematical ineluctability in the recurrence of the jospinades at the helm. The issue can be settled by a trite calculation. Socialism is the party of the masses, of the working class. It appears obvious that even discounting the populist party of the extreme Right (a humanistic disgrace) the number is not with the bosses but with the larger number of workers/empoyees who fill up football stadiums. Therefore in a representative democracy, the larger number of ballots will come evidently from the socialist ever unsatisfied masses per se. This will be the rule wherever this system of government is applied. Thus we all shall have to believe with more enthusiasm in the myth of Equality and in that French euphemism: La Liberté. 

You are young, you have no scruples, some thespian talent and want to go into politic to massage your ego, just memorize the terminology and clichés de la gauche, it's easy. You can even use nowadays the same dialectic  for other political parties. Choose and start here. Who knows? you could bring Fraternally your detachable head onto the torso of the camarade Caesar of the Hotel Matignon.

I must reiterate here that the above works of art have nothing to do with politic. The curves and tortuous kymatic psyche of the sitter were my only concern. If it would be otherwise my timing would have be different. Before the fall.