You're you.
Love is not weakness. Love is not the fear of losing. Love is not crawling for forgiveness.
Solos
Love is not weakness. Love is not the fear of losing. Love is not crawling for forgiveness.
Excuse me, coming through! You have no right to stop me from passing! I have nothing to blame myself for. I've always been in order with the administration. Excuse me!
The contortions to gain acceptance eventually break his spine. Art doesn't make a profession of having a supple spine. I don't either.
I suggest that artists dissolve into the suicide of their patent failure. Did they save the world? Well, no. Oral death of art dead... Smile!
Performance by David Noir at the Hunting and Nature Museum for the Museum Night. Some exchanges between primates swimming in the same zoos.
A few moments of life in the skin of a sea turtle or Can we philosophize about a day of egg-laying and that time is running out?
The shark is one-eyed, the surfer fought back. Oh, God, it's so annoying to have a one-eyed child. Blind and deaf.
Human barricade and hoarse lament, the wild childhood finds refuge in the boy, who hides behind a man, finally hiding under the beast.
It's about the masculine. The man's tenderness for his companion of always that is his penis is a fundamental data for his psychic construction.
Alone beneath you | Like water damage oozing from my ceiling, the wet hair of your pussy disgusts in oblong beads on my flattened forehead.
"The Fleece Sleeps" is the story of a childhood that is sexualized in an ambient puritanism through a fantastic and absurd quest: to grow up.
"JaZon Pilot 1" is the second solo performance I've done. It inaugurates the upcoming episodes of " The Fleece Sleeps ".
Sodomy as an art form. For this performance, I decided to get fucked by a spectator with a prop.