“Non, non, non, my skills have quite outgrown the confines of the theatrical medium.
I shall take my talents directly to the place they call No Man’s Land.
Ah, Mon ami!
The screams! Le sang! Le drame!
L’inspiration! My muse!
The crowd, they call to us, écoutez!”
Giovanni is a painter, actor, poet, composer, sculptor and playwright who was once an important figure on the French art scene, his admirers traveling from all around the world to attend his events.
Nowdays he roams the wastes in search of an artistic reveletion, stating that this is real life, and that the theater was never as exciting.
The lack of attention made Giovanni miserable and lonely, the horrors of war made him lose grip of reality.
The actror sees the war zone as a play, believing that the enemies are other actors or detractors who came to criticize his work.
He often leaves his masterpieces on random places so that people can admire his work once again.
A painting, a sculpture or a poem, always acompanied by a waxed blood rose.