Anonymity | Photo © Gregory Augendre-Cambon
Anonymity of the amateur host
Behind the computers, the lyrics look absolute. What a beautiful anonymity not to face oneself!
A meaningless quality when attributed to anyone who can simply make products.
Write blood voice | So Sade | Photo © David Noir
| Writing his tongue | Speaking Blood Voice | So Sade!
Writing relieves the tension of over-thinking, stops the bleeding, cauterizes the sense, temporarily closes the still moist wound.
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.
Quest for a void | Visual © David Noir
Diary of the Parks J-30
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
Asleep in my beautiful lie | Image © David Noir from photo © Philippe Savoir
Nothing to offer (except your beautiful lie)
Scam; burning lie! The vigour of the body dominates all the wisdom of the old. The human is only true through the bluff of its characters.
Prometheus | Jan Fabre at the Théâtre de la Ville | Misery of Means
Jan Fabre, Prometheus... Insufficient means...
Misery doesn't only strike the poor world. It also sticks to the most titanic means and reveals the saddest illusion of surface creativeness.
My half orange | Daily wealth © David Noir
Creating Wealth: An Irony of Artistic Enterprise
Capital and works of the mind are forever welded together: wealth is at hand. The art market is juicy, as we already knew.
