David Noir | Scrap | The Nonsense of History | Photo © Karine Lhémon
Instant collages | The nonsense of history
Some improbable and primitive metamorphoses in search of those who aspire to be told only the nonsense of the stories.
We are the prey | (From) L'Avis des animaux © David Noir
The fighters of the flight
Most of us are prey and we would like to do without predators. What will we be capable of without claws and fangs?
The world is satisfied with cows | Visual © David Noir
The cows are talking to us
When you're shocked by anything that exists, it's because you've made up your mind about the world but you don't know anything about it.
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.
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.
Endangered movie fawn | Drawing © David Noir
Voice of Disappearance
Artists die like so many other endangered species. Their territories are restricted, their voices are discreetly silenced.
The "Scrap" Audience | Brain and Civilization at Work | David Noir | Photo © Karine Lhémon | The Generator
Self civilization: the brain is the anvil
The civilization of the individual is a personal act that leads him to question his own situation between savagery and the "product" of culture.
Self-imagination | Seeing oneself as a particle | Visual © David Noir
Existence particle
I am a plant, an animal, an asteroid or a living room bench... I am whatever my imagination can make of me.
Rania Stephan and David Noir as Cannes festival-goers | Photo © B. Bougon | 1985
Fencing Diary J-9
Behind the pretexts, homophobia, violence against women or any other primary racism, lies the persistent hatred of childhood
Autonomy and Survival | "E la nave va" | Federico Fellini | 1983
Journal des Parques J-11
That I am forced to compromise and I cast off for other skies, sad, but consistent with my desire for autonomy.
