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.
Return from Erosphere | Libertins pas toujours si libres | Montage © David Noir
Return from Erosphere
It is up to certain libertines to want to escape the "mawkishness of free sex" from which they claim to be exempt.
Suzanne
Suzanne
Suzanne's dead. We watched over Suzanne's body in the cold and darkness of the room of the "reanimation" service of the Oncopole of Toulouse.
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.
Self-imagination | Seeing oneself as a particle | Visual © David Noir
Existence particle
I am a plant, an animal, an asteroid or a living room bench... I am whatever my imagination can make of me.
USS Macon (ZRS-5) construction | Rigid airship operated by the United States Navy | Source: raddblog.wordpress.com
J-4 Fencing Diary
With its large, resolutely empty space, the Generator doesn't care about the itchiness of the vermin that sometimes infest it.
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
Marcelle Chantal and Jean Yonnel | AMOK (1934) | Directed by Fédor Ozep after Stefan Zweig
Diary of the Parks J-26
Even if it is dangerous to understand it literally, the Amok is nevertheless a phenomenon on which the being in search of itself must lean
Quest for a void | Visual © David Noir
Diary of the Parks J-30
It is, when all that remains to my senses is the fleeting and deep trace like a gash, what I retain of a spectacle... or of a man: the preserved void.
