Trace of Black
In front of Matière noire, I feel a profound love for black. Black not as absence, but as the ultimate concentration, a space of memory and vertigo. Martin Désilets’ work moves me through its silent rigor and the humility with which he embraces the vastness of art history only to dissolve it. Each state of the work is a slow breath, an invitation to slow down, to see differently, to accept that beauty can brush against disappearance. I deeply admire this patient, almost meditative approach, which transforms the saturation of images into a dense, sensitive, and infinitely poetic material. Matière noire is not merely an exhibition: it is an experience of time, of vision, and of finitude, carried with a rare precision and depth.