Audio texts © David Noir
Audio texts
De la pensée mise en musique. Une parole crue enrobée d'un bricolage sonore instinctif et ludique comme on fait des gâteaux sans connaissance en pâtisserie.
My performances compose a form of visual and sound poetry in which the elements interact to create unexpected meanings.
Permission denied | Visual © David Noir
Permission denied
Permission denied. Your request cannot be granted. Not even once. Denied. Let us override companions. Let us not skimp on our sacrificial efforts.
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.
"The Fleece sleeps | Episode 9 "The Sacred Man of JaZon" | Photo © Karine Lhémon (cropped)
Fallen
In terms of my mental health, I'm fine. Even if I'm going to my death, I'm fine. What does it matter; I have nothing else to do. The body is still young and even if the heart is suffering, what does it matter? We write, it's okay.
Do you by any chance want to impose your beliefs on me under the guise of discussion? | Self-Portrait © David Noir
...but I think you're trying to impose your beliefs on me...
You're very sweet... but I think you're trying to impose your beliefs on me. Yes, I think I am. But you're very sweet...
Enfance en chambre | Les camps de l'Amor | Photo © David Noir
Childhood in a room (clue)
Clue! It is childhood that kills childhood. In the nursery, I accuse emotion with imagination and fear. On the spot, summary execution at the edge of the pit. Welcome home! You are back in the Camps of Amor.
Far from the rodeos | The Amor camps | Photo © David Noir
Away from the rodeos
In my naked girl's tights, wearing my big helmet with ram's horns, I marry the forest. I drool over the nourishing earth. Inside the still life, a blurred road carries me. Far from the rodeos I go away.
Emma | Scrapbooking, the feminine in all its states | Photo © David Noir
Emma laughed.
Emma was laughing without anyone being able to guess what she was laughing about. Her mouth was forming words, but their sounds were inaudible, absorbed into the mass, the luscious mass of her well-fed face.
David Noir | Defense of the Ulin Mask | Photo © Karine Lhémon
Defense of the Ulin Mask
Ladies and gentlemen, following a strike movement by a certain category of a personal nature, we are not in a position to present you with the planned programme. We apologize for the inconvenience.
Anne Dreyfus | Hommage au Grand écart | Montage © David Noir
The big gap
In the theater of degradation... we go to great lengths to chain together beautiful images "in homage to..." At the Generator, we put our strength into the art of creation.
