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Résumé

Where is the body of Art today? What has been done with it? Art has been dissembodied, and now, what remains is a heterogenous array bodiless organs: do these organs still yearn for their lost body? Could it be they are looking for a similar one? The indolence toward sustaining a resistance to this dismemberment is such, that we are unaffected by the confirmation of said mutilation before the mirror, moreover it requires effort for us to perceive this phenomena due to the magnitude of the breakup, and we are unmoved before the narssistic mirror of a selfabsorbed Art, itself confronted with the anthropological, social, and civilizing mirror, in which Art has forever viewed itself, showing us the ocasional flash of discovery. What sort of images are produced in this ad infinitum of crossreflection between these two specular planes? Shadows of hybrid, abject, and misshapen monsters? But this is not the point of the question... they no longer scare anyone, because we have always known diverse figures of horror: now the problem consists in the starvation of all figures, and this malnourishment foments the production of forms without a sense of structure (even if they are born with a hypertrophy of meaning).