Permission denied | Visual © David Noir
Permission denied
Permission denied. Your request cannot be granted. Not even once. Denied. Let us override companions. Let us not skimp on our sacrificial efforts.
Head and body | Amalgam | Visual © David Noir
Virtuous amalgam
We form a system where everything is amalgamated and where nothing rubs shoulders, where reproduction and women, disability and childhood, weakness and homosexuality are assimilated.
David Noir | Your child (has only one eye) | Photo © Adrien Solis
Your child (has only one eye)
The shark is one-eyed, the surfer fought back. Oh, God, it's so annoying to have a one-eyed child. Blind and deaf.
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.
the lying tree of the night blog © David Noir
joutunu
One morning, or rather one night, a new blog was born in my little family of sites, a messed-up blog, designed to collect spelling mistakes with a ladle.
Root system of the site © David Noir
Root system
Empirical excavations reveal the root system of David Noir Production. Between the tortuous roots and the brambles are articles.
Escape molt | Drawing © David Noir
Pitch | Escape Scenario
Attempted social evasion | There's no room for social chatter here. Not even on a good morning. And that's just as well.
Voluptuousness of waiting | Clocks of my digital time © David Noir
The pleasure of waiting for it to bite
Start by undermining the basis of my nature. Set the moral high ground and wait for the... cement to set... the wide asses of the cows that live here...
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.
Tragic Beauty of History | David Noir | "Les camps de l'Amor" | Photo © Karine Lhémon | The Generator
Lady Command
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.
