Simply enjoy another way browsing my work.
The Team of Akan’s Tower/trained in the most relevant methods of addiction treatment
If you remember about Akan’s friends, you could easily recognize, standing in front of the entry of A-Tower:
- “Betsy Mac Call”: the American Paper Doll living on the 16th floor; the special one who was listening and consoling anorexic person in special need.
Betsy Mac Call. Alice Odilon Copyrights
- “Blythe Somat”: the Hemiplegic Flower Doll on the second floor.
Blythe Somat and Betsy Mac Call. Alice Odilon Copyrights.
- The Androgynous Doll “Isee” who has been involved recently in Akan’s Tower.
The androgynous doll “Isee”, whom leitmotiv was:”My body behind my eyes”. Alice Odilon Self-portraits. 1984. All rights reserved.
- “Syndra Raynaud”, the Amputated Hand, always smoking cannabis during the long sessions of therapeutic relaxation.
The hemiplegic Hand Syndra Raynaud. Alice Odilon. copyrights
- “Isabelle Caro’s soul” as an audit and a Art Teacher in Akan’s Tower.
Isabelle Caro painting.
- “Whouh”, the Wolf Masked Doll, a leader in energy therapy.
“Whouh” the Wolf masked doll and “Weacky”, the shy Ragdoll cat.
- “Weaky” the Ragdoll cat, the inseparable friend of Whouh.
- “Mova” the running avatar taking care of bringing prescriptions as soon as possible in every flat of the 4 flours Rehab center.
- “Allegraka” the unfinished avatar, with a changing head and thin waist, the flying teacher.
Yes the “FLYING” teacher, the best thing in treatment, allowed to patients having done efforts to struggle and discover themselves.
In final, the complete team counted 10 members, Akan included and was ready to begin the A-Casting.
Alice ODILON 2011 27/06. all rights reserved.
Anorexia saved my life and made sense to me
“Self-Portrait”: Spéculaire du cavalier de coeur. Alice Odilon 1984. All rights reserved.
Just a few words about the present: I’m still alive and out of the deep dark of my adolescence.
I found a way to be somebody, in being anorexic.
It doesn’t mean I’m safe, but, yes, I’m still enjoying my body, my thoughts, even if they’re disturbed, sick or suffering.
I know my Artwork would stay hidden in heavy boxes, and never discovered, screaming in silence, with acceptance and deliberated renouncement.
The game will be stronger if I loose and if I never see the light of success.
No money will never come, no handshake either, nothing, just a temporary place in some dusty cardboards under other cardboards.
Something is wrong with my Art, something is making it undercover, secret, ashamed and unbroken in the same time.
A touch of anorexic french woman fine art photography.
Nobody will know, nobody will know I wanted to tell about my anorexia and my desire to stay like that, because it’s worth it.
It makes sense to be in deny and blossom of bony body.
Without all this ritual of my anorexic behavior, I would have been nothing, nothing.
Through my eyes, I fight to keep going.
My anorexia is my comfort, my rescue, and gives me hope.
Alice ODILON. 2011 June.








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