Drawings | Paintings | Collages | © David Noir
Drawings | Paintings | Collages
My drawings and collages are more the result of my excavations and stage research than "pictorial works".
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.
Philippe Savoir, David Noir and Christophe Imbs on guitar | The Fleece Sleeps Episode 6 | The Anal Community | Photo © Karine Lhémon
The Fleece Sleeps | episode 6 | The Anal Community
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
| Black David | The Fleece Sleeps Episode 3 | I Had a Buddy | Self-Portrait
The Fleece Sleeps | episode 3 | I had a classmate
It's not about making love, it's about sexuality. Ah your values, your values, if you could put them where I think for once!
David, king by first names, warrior on a platter, poet a little every day. Black, slave anarchist and brown nigger. Bi, even gay when I get there.
David Noir | Identities
Varied identities: king by first names, warrior on a platter, poet a little every day. Black, slave anar, brown nigger. Bi, even gay when I get there.
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.
My apple: double penis vulva © David Noir 2017
My apple | Half a seedy psyche
Cock-Tail apple/sex: 2 proportions of cock for a proportion of vulva. This is how my psychic identity is defined. There you go.
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.
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...
The double virtue of the practice of theatre
Theatre, like all the arts, reveals to the person who practises it, how much life is worth living, starting with his or her own.
