François-Marie Banier

Battlefields My roadmap: the long path through cities, fields, legs, illusions, smoke signals, sun rays, gesticulations, Gay Prides where light from the soul, the body, the heart pierces the world’s rigid, trance-like imagery. Gays—that is to say, men and women, formerly a man or a woman—transcend genres. And I never paid attention to this before the disease known as AIDS—which, in light of the mortality to follow, numbed me with grief.   Excerpt from François-Marie Banier’s text