Stage Living Stage | "Everything must disappear" | Visual © David Noir
Everything has to go.
"Everything must go" is intended to make its participants perceive this total eclipse of self-confidence that makes the interpreter in true research.
The world is satisfied with cows | Visual © David Noir
The cows are talking to us
When you're shocked by anything that exists, it's because you've made up your mind about the world but you don't know anything about it.
the lying tree of the night blog © David Noir
joutunu
One morning, or rather one night, a new blog was born in my little family of sites, a messed-up blog, designed to collect spelling mistakes with a ladle.
Isolation room | Building under construction near the Oncopole of Toulouse | Photo © David Noir
Consensual isolation room
The true individual venturing out of his isolation room, faints on contact with the air. He refuses to be legibly embodied in his words and deeds...
Escape molt | Drawing © David Noir
Pitch | Escape Scenario
Attempted social evasion | There's no room for social chatter here. Not even on a good morning. And that's just as well.
Voluptuousness of waiting | Clocks of my digital time © David Noir
The pleasure of waiting for it to bite
Start by undermining the basis of my nature. Set the moral high ground and wait for the... cement to set... the wide asses of the cows that live here...
Elysian Nocivity | I put the angel © David Noir
The harmfulness of cultural administrations
The path to hell is paved with good feelings as much as the road to the Wizard of Oz is paved with sparkling golden bricks. Nociousness.
"The Fleece sleeps | Episode 9 "The Sacred Man of JaZon" | Photo © Karine Lhémon (cropped)
Fallen
In terms of my mental health, I'm fine. Even if I'm going to my death, I'm fine. What does it matter; I have nothing else to do. The body is still young and even if the heart is suffering, what does it matter? We write, it's okay.
David Noir living in "Les camps de l'Amor" | Photo © Karine Lhémon | Le Générateur
Imprint of the living | Why is the fang going off?
Life is not a child running or a bird flying away. That is life, nothing else. The living is what moves life.
