The loose animals
An ode to the exhibition in the form of an initiatory journey. The fantastical universe of a man subjected to his sex and his journey towards his desire for nudity.
organic poetry
An ode to the exhibition in the form of an initiatory journey. The fantastical universe of a man subjected to his sex and his journey towards his desire for nudity.
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.
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
It's too big / It's too big / It's too much everywhere / It's too much all the time / Go get EMETH and touch yourself
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...
Photographic gallery of the collective performance "Les Parques d'attraction" by David Noir at Le Générateur | Day 5 | Photos © Karine Lhémon
Photographic gallery of the collective performance "Les Parques d'attraction" by David Noir at Le Générateur | Day 4 | Photos © Karine Lhémon