Little jammed Skins

For a long time, Jean Lambert-wild wondered how he could put an end to such abundance. When he discovered that Usine C was once a jam making factory, an idea sprung into his mind.

He imagined this: a clown dressed in a second skin that would make him appear twice as big as he actually is. Below this membrane flow pounds of multicoloured jams. The clown is heavy with sugar, candied with preserved fruits. A mask covers his face, and he remains silent. In his arms, he holds a record player onto which he plays 12 inches records. From them emanates the sound of music or the voice of actor Marcel Bozonnet, who expresses the thoughts of the son who is constantly being fed. At his arm, the clown carries a wicker basket that hides dozens of miniature jars. He offers the jam they contain to the audience for them to taste, thus inscribing every spectator in this mother-to-son food chain. 

Suddenly, the wind changes. The Michelin-man like clown enters a trance, struggling under his jellied sugar coating until he reaches this ineluctable conclusion: he must break this membrane that sets him apart from the external world, this membrane under which the maternal sugar flows. He must perform hara-kiri and spread this thick puree out of his body. After he has slit his own stomach, he slowly empties out, saturating the atmosphere with the smell of cooked fruits as he loses his marmalade organs.