of Marguerite DURAS (Texte en Français)
What you first see of the painting, it is an evening sky. A light-dark-sky,
lagoon like, hardly damp, filed with sadness. It is from a small
clear ramp-on the road side or that of a window, a step, that the
sky is beeing seen.
On the ramp, standing up, there are two white stones, two big pebbles
rolled up for centuries by torrential rain. On these pebbles there
are scattered colors, light rusts, lichens, but barely, tars, roots,
death, this sky, it was Venice.
am talking about this painting because it is on its own, the other-those
I call the Canvases of Darkness from a group, I haven't seen them
separatly. I saw it was magnificent, it was developping a sort of
expansion of the mind, colored with fabric, light effects, one can
talk here of a sash of light, black, not of a standard, no, but
of a black light, and also of an underlying black ink that overflows
there will be no one on earth. When we will live under the mountains,
the twillight in Venice will be the same.
paintings-with-black will no,longer recall any place, except the
talent of the painter Laverdac, her music of colors, the subtelty
of her drawning, the closeness, the passage from one episode to
the other, the film of painting being done.
windows of Neauphles", this is why I use the title of "black"paintings-It
would seem to me that it is in the house of Neauphles-le-Château
that some paintings started to be painted. I would say that resorting
to the windows of Neauphles or esorting to the castle of Chambord,
it doesn't exist, it is what I believe. She paints everywhere, alive
or dead, Laverdac. Light is everywhere, and in Laverdac's head it
is often dazzling. Even the light of Venice, it is in her head.
it is you, Laverdac, it is not the outside world. If you had been
to Venice, you would have done the same dazzling sky as the one
on the canvas. This reference to the model, to the outside world
: it helps to ward off the extreme solitude of the painter.
The beauty of your canvases, maybe you do not know it, you do not
know anything about it, you are ignoring Laverdac. You are in a
forest. But be careful, in the forest, you are alone.
am coming back to the canvas called Venice-the objects I see on
the canvas, behind the wall, are dead objects. It is very frightening.
I didn't see any "exit door" to this painting. I think
about this painting every day. It doesn't open onto anything else,
it is not even an approach to a sense, it would be like the sketching
of a new category- that of the loss of consciousness : one doesn't
know what one does, what one really sees, and it is here, on the
If it was close
to something what you paint, if one could say it,
It would be close to Music.