poetry unsuspected
I'm building my tomb, my isolation, my kingdom, my sewer. I'm equipping my fragile Nautilus from the inside to bandage like a kid on the face of the world.
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.
Some improbable and primitive metamorphoses in search of those who aspire to be told only the nonsense of the stories.
As Victor says about the spider and the nettle - not Dr. Frankenstein, but his friend old Hugo - I love hate because we hate it.
Some objectives of the "Totally Nude" workshop: Risking oneself in a body bath. Give yourself the freedom to stay there. Tranquilize your fear. To confront desire.
Artists at fault, artists too weak, unable to save this world from a predatory terror... Artistic ultra-violence, where are you hiding?
The shark is one-eyed, the surfer fought back. Oh, God, it's so annoying to have a one-eyed child. Blind and deaf.
A day of participatory naked or dressed performance led by David Noir, to try to bring a little truth to the game, if not to life.
Most of us are prey and we would like to do without predators. What will we be capable of without claws and fangs?
In a society of puppets, it is natural to become puppets. It remains to be able to endow them with singular bodies and adequate heads.
