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.
Poetry can only be violence, it must be pure violence, and it definitively misses its object when it renounces its being violence, because then it detaches itself and abandons the human
Les Parques d'attraction | Christophe Imbs, David Noir | The desperate hate of Frankenstein © David Noir d'après photo © Karine Lhémon | The Generator
My own hatred, it speaks to me of adventures...
As Victor says about the spider and the nettle - not Dr. Frankenstein, but his friend old Hugo - I love hate because we hate it.
David Noir | "Your child has only one eye" | The Generator | [ FRASQ ] # 8 | Photo © Bernard Bousquet
Ultra-violent art
Artists at fault, artists too weak, unable to save this world from a predatory terror... Artistic ultra-violence, where are you hiding?
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.
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 world is satisfied with cows | Visual © David Noir
The cows are talking to us
When you're shocked by anything that exists, it's because you've made up your mind about the world but you don't know anything about it.
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.
Tragic Beauty of History | David Noir | "Les camps de l'Amor" | Photo © Karine Lhémon | The Generator
Lady Command
Time veils backwards, throws a theatrical tulle over the detailed vision of ancient crimes. The tragic beauty of history is more congenial than the impending horror.
Dream of the Camps | Do you want to sleep with me? | "Les Camps de l'Amor" | Photo © David Noir
Dream of the camps ? Do you want to sleep with me ?
A video of the "Camps de l'Amor", performance by David Noir and music by Christophe Imbs, like a dreamlike memory of sex, horror and childhood.
