As if light itself had been caught by a new gravity, by a verticality that sways, twists, hesitates, everything in this image seems to fall; but the lines of light do not simply descend: they pour out, split, tremble, they bend into fractal, lavish cascades. Each colour falls in its own way, yellow like a trickling stream, red like a fabric tear, blue like a dense rain. What is striking is the impression of a frayed curtain of light, unraveling into thousands of unstable filaments that flow, suspend themselves, and hold themselves back through micro-oscillations.Napex 2250621

Sylvain Bellenger