The animals in disguise © David Noir | 1992
The loose animals
An ode to the exhibition in the form of an initiatory journey. The fantastical universe of a man subjected to his sex and his journey towards his desire for nudity.
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.
The Puritans | Exchange through our bodies | Sonia Codhant and company Life is short | Graphic treatment © David Noir from Photo © Karine Lhémon
Total screen: look, desire, exchange
Exchange is not a process that is satisfied with surface usability. Its chances of happening are as fragile as the desire that gives rise to it.
Three nameless crosses without face | Portrait of a god © David Noir
Powerful submission
Opting for art is choosing to live under the totalitarian hold of a submissive god; one whose reign comes by absorption of whoever dominates him.
Sexual exhibition in space | Visual © David Noir
Exhibition
To decry sexual exhibition is to deny the reality of coitus, the most banal of our realities, in favour of an illusion of self, the mother of all violence.
So Sade | Degenerate in peace | Doll orgy © David Noir
Degenerate in peace (encore)
I don't care about the emotional and social lives of my contemporaries. Finally, if you allow it, I degenerate in peace!
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...
Ah the indignation! | Visual © David Noir
Ah the indignation! ... worship... punish... worship... punish...
How long will the indignation in its flamboyant expression last, when people start obeying and denying their identity again the very next day?
Unquestionable posture | Dogmas stink | Self-portrait © David Noir
Dogmas and oblivion
Sometimes it's painful... necessarily painful, referential icons. And sometimes in spite of them. All dogma stinks; not all people.
Amour Capital | Scrapbooking | Visual © David Noir
Capital Love
Love is like an enriched ore. In its pure state, it destroys the inner self. To keep it at a distance is not selfishness, quite the contrary.
