I built up “J’aime le silence” with rough movements, layer by layer.
Not to reveal anything, but to make something disappear.
The noise.
The haste.
The obligation to interpret.
What remains is silence—and perhaps something you recognize yourself,
between the texture, between the black and the white,
somewhere where nothing needs to be.
J’aime le silence.
Because it is there, in that silent center,
that I hear myself again, for a moment.
