In the shelter © David Noir
My nights in the shelter
Me, I spend my nights in the shelter. From everything. Sheltered from you, in spite of your suavely mellow voice that's so concerned with radio, hygienic and concerned.
David Noir | Pardon je passe | Photo © Bernard Bousquet
Pardon! Coming through!
Sorry, coming through! You have no right to stop me from passing! I have nothing to reproach myself for. I've always been in order with the administration. I'm sorry!
| Black David | The Fleece Sleeps Episode 3 | I Had a Buddy | Self-Portrait
The Fleece Sleeps | episode 3 | I had a classmate
It's not about making love, it's about sexuality. Ah your values, your values, if you could put them where I think for once!
The right order of things | Visual concept of a dog head shaped thinking material | Visual © David Noir
Talking to keep quiet
To remain silent would be a decent way of stifling thought, which will always be the painful expression of an order given to oneself by one's own mental bourgeoisie.
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?
Endangered movie fawn | Drawing © David Noir
Voice of Disappearance
Artists die like so many other endangered species. Their territories are restricted, their voices are discreetly silenced.
Unquestionable posture | Dogmas stink | Self-portrait © David Noir
Dogmas and oblivion
Sometimes it's painful... necessarily painful, referential icons. And sometimes in spite of them. All dogma stinks; not all people.
Fishing for Dying Corpses | Sonia Codhant, David Noir | "Definitive Creatures" © David Noir | The theatre is a dead sea of corpses floating in the sea
Fencing Diary D-15
Theatre, wandering creature, eternally dying, adrift, floating in its sea of excrement like a cacochymous whale
The bus where the adventure and life of Christopher McCandless ended in solitude in 1992, brought to the screen in the film "Into the wild".
Journal des Parques J-24
It is human and tribal to have to be constantly reassured about one's membership in a community and the relative state of one's loneliness
Past or future, my Janus has nothing to offer | Self-portrait © David Noir
Journal des Parques J-27
I have nothing to offer that will satisfy you perfectly. Come: to see. Leave: without saying anything. Think about it : whatever you want...
