The artist/bodybuilder cut out photographs of his own body, bought superb butterflies from entomologists, and made wings from the in - structions for doping drugs: a playful exercise, though one that is not devoid of melancholy beneath its quirky surface. Here and there, the bodybuilder's bulky trainers seem to anchor him to the ground, hinder - ing his flight, while metal pins fix his muscular body to the suddenly claustrophobic interior of a box. And there is more: the butterfly wings adorning his shoulders bear sinister names that are far from poetic and butterfly-like-H ydergine, Dynabolon, Lévothyrox, Clérégil, Kinose - lem, Trophobolène-once again reminding us that the most aggressive, harmful drugs course through the bodybuilder's veins, and that they are least likely to bestow upon him the graceful flight of even the lowliest butterfly