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.
vision of art
Projections and experiments
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.
Most of us are prey and we would like to do without predators. What will we be capable of without claws and fangs?
In a society of puppets, it is natural to become puppets. It remains to be able to endow them with singular bodies and adequate heads.
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?
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.
Attempted social evasion | There's no room for social chatter here. Not even on a good morning. And that's just as well.
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...
I'm not going to tell you what it says, because I hope it doesn't say anything, nothing that's being said anyway. No stories.
I am a program. I am a program. This + this + this + this. I don't decide it. I am not the master, just the guidance counselor...
Writing relieves the tension of over-thinking, stops the bleeding, cauterizes the sense, temporarily closes the still moist wound.