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.
Being real? What does it mean? In the first place: to know oneself better. Then, to try to find the thread in oneself, which once stretched like a sensitive string, resonates with the vibrations that make our vital impulse for ourselves and create a mental image of ourselves for others...
David Noir | Your child (has only one eye) | Photo © Adrien Solis
Your child (has only one eye)
The shark is one-eyed, the surfer fought back. Oh, God, it's so annoying to have a one-eyed child. Blind and deaf.
Live Stage Stage | "De la vérité des hommes" | Visual © David Noir
Of the truth of men
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.
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.
Isolation room | Building under construction near the Oncopole of Toulouse | Photo © David Noir
Consensual isolation room
The true individual venturing out of his isolation room, faints on contact with the air. He refuses to be legibly embodied in his words and deeds...
Escape molt | Drawing © David Noir
Pitch | Escape Scenario
Attempted social evasion | There's no room for social chatter here. Not even on a good morning. And that's just as well.
Voluptuousness of waiting | Clocks of my digital time © David Noir
The pleasure of waiting for it to bite
Start by undermining the basis of my nature. Set the moral high ground and wait for the... cement to set... the wide asses of the cows that live here...
Freedom of expression of a "Pantyless" | Visual © David Noir
"Freedom of Expression" and Repugnance
No, there is no such thing as "freedom of expression", just as there are limits on freedom, it's called the law ...
Ah the indignation! | Visual © David Noir
Ah the indignation! ... worship... punish... worship... punish...
How long will the indignation in its flamboyant expression last, when people start obeying and denying their identity again the very next day?
