We are the prey | (From) L'Avis des animaux © David Noir
The fighters of the flight
Most of us are prey and we would like to do without predators. What will we be capable of without claws and fangs?
Jam looking for a form containing forms; forms with very little form... forms in which writing would become a free act despite the inescapable constraint of submitting to the desire to express, to explore who we are.
In short, the best we can hope for in the face of morbidity in behaviour and life choices.
I build puppets... © David Noir
Infirmity of puppets
In a society of puppets, it is natural to become puppets. It remains to be able to endow them with singular bodies and adequate heads.
Air in the lungs © David Noir
Air in the lungs and wind in the sails...
Enough to bivouac after the attacks and to take the air on a motorway area where you can park to enjoy the clear sky.
oto is a character of friction but devoid of violence | oto © David Noir 2015
Do not get caught up in the violence of the other
Violence and harshness are in the air. "Fond d'âme mental", a poetic text written on November 1, 2015, before the terror came.
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...
