Free Thought | Photo © David Noir
Free Thought
Knowing how to have fun and laugh at everything will always remain the prerogative of the free individual. Taking care of one's buttocks is a work of public utility.
L'enfance de l'art © David Noir
L'Enfance de l'art
"Childhood of art", not in the sense of simplicity (can childhood be simple?), but understood as the dawn of another form: the staging of a site.
Any Tingay, David Noir | The Fleece Sleeps | Episode 9 | The Rite of JaZon | Photos © Karine Lhémon
The Fleece Sleeps | episode 9 | The Sacred Man of Jazon
I said what I had to say. I did what I had to do. I don't owe anybody anything. Just the taste is busting my balls.
Sonia Codhant and David Noir | The Sleeping Fleece Episode 5 | The Naked Golem and the Kids | Screenshot
The Fleece Sleeps | episode 5 | The Naked Golem and the Kids
It's too big / It's too big / It's too much everywhere / It's too much all the time / Go get EMETH and touch yourself
Mobil'Homme (Slideshow) | Courage or absence | Photo © David Noir
Courage or absence
Courage is a taboo, and everyone has their own way of convincing themselves that they are not completely devoid of it.
The Fleece flag, a personalized Jolly Roger to have everything in hand to finally bandage for oneself © David Noir 2011
Approach: the art of getting hard for yourself
I'm building my tomb, my isolation, my kingdom, my sewer. I'm equipping my fragile Nautilus from the inside to bandage like a kid on the face of the world.
Argos-wolf | Journey to the Age of the Epic © David Noir
There's a wolf waiting for me at the end of the highway...
There's a wolf waiting for me at the end of the highway. Pay up carnivorous age. Doesn't mean I took a wrong turn.
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...
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.
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.
