"No, it wasn't a Monet or a Manet. It was a Bonnard. It was at the house of some people in Berne who were great art collectors. They had a painting by Bonnard: a boat, with the wife's family in it. Bonnard always wanted to alter the sail, and because he kept on about it they let him have the painting back. When he returned it he said he considered it finished now. But the sail had swallowed up everything, dwarfing the sea, the people in the boat and the sky. That happens with a book: you can start a new sentence and change the whole subject. You don't notice anything; you look up at the window and it's evening. And the next morning you find you've sat down to a different book. The making of pictures and books isn't something completely conscious. And you can never, never find words for it." -- by Marguerite Duras
Emmanuelle Castellan presents in her exhibition at Manière Noire new works, which begin in her studio and could (or not) be finished in the gallery space. The exhibition will be an open process of improvisation, where indetermination and freedom become keywords in the context of the show. Castellan experiments with the potential of the poetical expression.
Painting for her is a living language, the dynamics of which is attained by persistent play between speech and silence.