" Je crois que le beau n'est pas une substance en soi, mais rien qu'un dessin d'ombres, qu'un jeu de clair-obscur produit par la juxtaposition de substances diverses. "
On the facades, the shadows are walking. They are roaming the space, two rectangles crossing each other.
The rise of the emptiness at the moment occurs, the collapse of the plane in control accentues it.
Slabs and walls become one, the abstraction is triumphed by a raging negative.
The framed sky opens the enclosed room; the space is public, the place remains private.
The peacefulness takes place, the body get lost.
The sensation intermingle - light, touch, and sound - leaving room for the mystic: the proportions are human, the fealings have to do with the divine.
This is the affirmation of the architecture of the ignored space.