Here, the light becomes softer, more muted, and floral echoes begin to emerge, as in Monet’s Nymphéas, painted while he was dazzled by the blindness that threatened him. In a firework display, do we really all perceive the same forms? Is it the artist’s gaze, or the artist’s lens, that opens a window onto an infinitely vaster spectacle: that of their chromatic and pictorial memory? Photography carries within it the legacy of painting, that ancient gesture of the painter who, since the Renaissance, has conceived the image as a window opening onto the world.Napex 241066

Sylvain Bellenger