exhibition
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.
Single images / Multiple images / Sober images / Dirty images / I dream of audible images on vast, taut skins that would resonate with their senses
I had a cat, a dog, a wife, a husband, a spider and yes / I lived in the hair / My ejaculations were irrevocable.
I came back from the land of the people / Centaur of the revolution / I rode all the way around on my own back / Sometimes it's all right
Sports, nothing but sports without a state of mind and no sex with women at this time because the manly friendship, too, is falling apart...
...but what's the connection between two genuflections? Between two blowjobs? Between two genu-fella xions? Have we ever had intercourse?
Artists really do make up a breed of misery that I loathe. Worse still, the art lover: the idiot ends up in a pure state...
Le Cabaret | Essence vitale de la scène, goût immodéré de l'exhibition, face à face obscène avec le public, immersion en eaux troubles et crachat délicieux.
A few veils to be lifted delicately around your person in case you wish to interfere in the secret of my shootings.
Photographic gallery of the collective performance "Les Parques d'attraction" by David Noir at Le Générateur | Day 5 | Photos © Karine Lhémon
