I want to remain a stranger | Visual © David Noir
I want to remain a stranger
The contortions to gain acceptance eventually break his spine. Art doesn't make a profession of having a supple spine. I don't either.
Intimacy is an obsolete concept. Space does not exist between two beings; it is within oneself. It is not a matter of denying the emptiness that is within us.
"| You're not my face | I wanna stay a stranger | Visual © David Noir
You're not my face
A little brutality in this world of poetry. No kidding. You don't really think I want to meet humans, do you? You're not my face. You're not my project.
Iconicum | "Playing within images" | Stage Live Scene | The Generator | Photo © David Noir 2015
Simulacra and Social Attitudes: "Playing for real
Playing true means confronting the simplicity of being, the banal nature of bodies and desires, the ferocity of our nature and finally having fun with it.
Plastic Couples | Brainless Desire | The Amor Camps | Visual © David Noir
The undead of desire
Even and especially when it is touched by love, the couple is a matter of non-desire. This love becomes a repulsive thing.
Sexual exhibition in space | Visual © David Noir
Exhibition
To decry sexual exhibition is to deny the reality of coitus, the most banal of our realities, in favour of an illusion of self, the mother of all violence.
My animal part | My sperm dripping from my acorn | Screenshot © David Noir 2012
The animal part
Moving away from the fear of what we are is a form of refinement of our being. To embrace our animal side is to become human.
Live Stage Stage | "Totally Naked" | Visual © David Noir
Totally naked
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.
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?
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.
