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!
Bad defeat for a defeated hall | Painted theatre masks on hollowed out spaghetti squash © David Noir
Bad defeat for a defeated room
Why is it that when I walk into a theater, do I want to leave? Why when I randomly open a book, do I look forward to closing it?
The seed of man © David Noir
Before that happened... the seed...
I make my soil fertile and exhaust my need to write, which is like a surplus of seed. Every day I unload a full bucket of it into these pages.
Meanders of the site ï Portal | Graphic design © David Noir
Meanderings of the site | Portal of the abyss
Here you can go behind the scenes of the site, through the meanders of the artistic spirit that presides over it. There's no ergonomics or coherence, just a thriving poetry.
David Noir | Phantom Individual | Amor Camps | Screenshot
Ghost image
Ghost, I live here. We live here. Here, the Self-image is the basis of everything. The basis of everything in our social world. It is the foundation.
Relationship leaves me out in the cold | Squash mask © David Noir
It's called the relationship
My great adaptability is an absolute violence to me. I hate any relationship that forces me to do so. Rare is the one that goes the way I want it to.
True artists work in the void © David Noir
Real artists don't talk to the world
Artists, the real ones who would have something to say, hate the world and won't say anything to it, right? And it's much better that way, isn't it?
oto is a character of friction but devoid of violence | oto © David Noir 2015
Do not get caught up in the violence of the other
Violence and harshness are in the air. "Fond d'âme mental", a poetic text written on November 1, 2015, before the terror came.
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.
