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11 December, 2016

Aisthesis : a painting by Younisos


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Younisos est l’auteur d’un roman : La Chair crue qui s’illumine, de deux recueils de prose et de poésie : Carnage sensitif, et Poésie trash, et d’un essai sur la chair : La Lumière d'un sein. —— Porteur d’une vision singulière de la chair et de l’érotisme, Younisos poursuit ses expérimentations sensorielles et poétiques, repoussant les limites de la perception charnelle et de la transgression.
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