Time veils backwards, throws a theatrical tulle over the detailed vision of ancient crimes. The tragic beauty of history is more congenial than the impending horror.
Enter the hopelessly optimistic mental world of the Camps of Amor, which draws its hope of evolution from the unquestionable judgment of human complacency.
A video of the "Camps de l'Amor", performance by David Noir and music by Christophe Imbs, like a dreamlike memory of sex, horror and childhood.
Photo gallery of the performance "Les Camps de l'Amor" by David Noir at the Générateur | Improvised music : Christophe Imbs | Photo © Karine Lhémon
Necessary poetic violence | Beware, here I kill with my thoughts. Super aim, I am and cannot / will not spare you.
Photos of the installation of the performance "Les Camps de l'Amor" by David Noir at the Generator | Fabrication of the aluminium sheet set by Any Tingay
TO PREVENT STORIES is DEAD! Instead of aspiring to grow, let's stop taking ourselves for what we cannot be. Let's stop idealizing.
Photographic and self-portraits of David Noir made in residence at Anis Gras in Arcueil for the performance "Les Camps de l'Amor
I'm testifying from where I am. As a good archaeologist, I create my own ruin. The loneliness of the fields of childhood is not the same as the loneliness of the fields of adulthood.