Primitive Scene | Birth and Metamorphosis

Web Scene

Towards the transparency of a 5th | Wall | UN(L) Objective

I line up like a cluster of cells back to earth and then one day to space. That's the essence of my artistic gesture. Nothing more.

It is this unique activity of simultaneous and spontaneous construction and destruction that keeps me busy and interested. It sums up the entirety of my links to the world. It synthesizes my vision and my taste for what must be a non-voluntary artistic creation, devoid of the harmful concern of apparent coherence. Nevertheless, everywhere in the folds of its links, sits the mesh of a very organic harmony. It is in this sense that the Web is a space that speaks to me in the same way as the theatre set.

Everything else is either already there or it's on time.

Stem cells | Imaginary primitive scene | Digital drawing © David Noir
Stem cells | Imaginary primitive scene | Digital drawing © David Noir

From the theatre stage to the Internet

 

The screen-image of the virtuality of our thoughts

It's not necessarily for its advertising aspect or the broadcasting of video recordings that the Internet appears to me as a possible ally of the living scene. It is indeed as a new extension of meaning for contemporary theatrical forms. They have yet to be invented and we should not necessarily imagine them as direct heirs of the stage as we know it.

Beyond Virtual 4th wall so often traversed for decades, design artists seek to take their work beyond the boundaries of the stage. The sprawling configuration of the Web, inspired by our cognitive ways of thinking, now offers them a structure capable of supporting new forms of writing. More than a playground, it is a hollow mould capable of receiving a different embodiment of the principles of theatre and, more broadly, of the living stage.

It's about widening the canvas.

The opposition between consulting pages behind one's computer and a real presence in a room is illusory. The Internet user is just as much a spectator as the individual who sometimes comes to wallow in an armchair, his eyes half closed. He is perhaps even more so, by his own willingness to read, look, hear and click on links to what interests him. The art of surfing on the Internet is as ephemeral as the immediacy of the representation, but the spectator is otherwise active in it. It must be said that the real spectacle that absorbs him or her is that of the screen. A special screen, which has nothing to do with that of the cinema. No, a screen that dances and sparkles by its very composition made of pixels.

Wandering Web

Our screens are luminescent first and foremost. They don't wait for a projected image to express their presence. Where the cinema screen is simply a white support that is quick to fade away and be forgotten, our digital surfaces resonate by themselves without interruption. This was, of course, already the case with the cathode ray tubes of our old televisions, where the snow alone exerted a fascination. I would even tend to think that the broadcast programme served as a wrapping for this boundless power of a flickering stream. Thus the boat that we think we are looking at reveals above all the river that carries it.

 

The Internet can be a real extension of the scene.

The border, the interface, one would say today, is the only thing that is really being worked on. In life, it's often called the relationship. In the theatre or live, depending on the means of transmission, it is the most decisive vibrating string to set the tone. Everything else is already there well in advance in the individual's own constitution or arrives at its time, through the encounter of an idea, a sensation or some of its fellow men. The primordial soup from which we are born always forms in us the setting and the scene.

Diving into the meanderings of the scene...

Through this site, I experience another version of the immediacy of the moment lived, by shared chance. Dive in. Going out. Diving back. To come out... and each time you return to the shore, after dissolution, you can estimate from your stem cells, the progressive regrowth of your new articulated limbs. It is the movement of evolution in progress since the first magma, incessantly replayed. Archaism and modernity hold us by the hand so that our new amphibian skin can smooth and breathe without dehydrating.