Je ne suis pas musicien; je ne suis pas instrumentiste; je suis un bricoleur sonore. C’est à dire que je n’utilise pas le son comme un langage suivant des règles, mais comme le décor d’une pensée ou d’un acte. Le son n’est pas pour autant traité comme un bruit de fond mais comme un substrat propice à l’élaboration d’un environnement naturel. Tout ce que je crée s’inspire toujours de la reconstitution d’une vie organique en milieu clos, de la mise en place des conditions d’un biotope.

I want to remain a stranger | Audio Captured
I want to remain a stranger | Video text audio © David Noir

I want to remain a stranger | Audio Captured

It's not a question of being in good terms with anyone who doesn't want to be, nor of "making society", yuck once and for all! It's about deserving one's supposed brain capacities as an evolved individual. There is a price to be paid for becoming human: not just being.

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Meat too
Meat too © David Noir

Meat too

Video Clip | "Mommy's watching me from the beach, but I can see the sharks swimming. It's boiling blood all around me and way in front of..."

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Fallen
"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.

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Childhood in a room (clue)
Enfance en chambre | Les camps de l'Amor | Photo © David Noir

Childhood in a room (clue)

Clue! It is childhood that kills childhood. In the nursery, I accuse emotion with imagination and fear. On the spot, summary execution at the edge of the pit. Welcome home! You are back in the Camps of Amor.

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Away from the rodeos
Far from the rodeos | The Amor camps | Photo © David Noir

Away from the rodeos

In my naked girl's tights, wearing my big helmet with ram's horns, I marry the forest. I drool over the nourishing earth. Inside the still life, a blurred road carries me. Far from the rodeos I go away.

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Emma laughed.
Emma | Scrapbooking, the feminine in all its states | Photo © David Noir

Emma laughed.

Emma was laughing without anyone being able to guess what she was laughing about. Her mouth was forming words, but their sounds were inaudible, absorbed into the mass, the luscious mass of her well-fed face.

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Defense of the Ulin Mask
David Noir | Defense of the Ulin Mask | Photo © Karine Lhémon

Defense of the Ulin Mask

Ladies and gentlemen, following a strike movement by a certain category of a personal nature, we are not in a position to present you with the planned programme. We apologize for the inconvenience.

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Fencing Diary D-3, -2, -1, 0...
Let's get to work! | Les Parques d'attraction | David Noir | Graphic design © Philippe Savoir

Fencing Diary D-3, -2, -1, 0...

There's the work that we don't do, that makes other works do... that feeds them all the time... the great mass that is huge... it's beautiful... good night...

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