THE WHITE SHEET
Paintings made of black sheets, white sheets, frames, vegetable glue. And water… Nothing else. In itself, this isn’t much, if there were no light. The frames are nothing
else but a playground for light. It pries in, it twirls about. The light beams penetrate the space and throw themselves against the frames, pierce the surface, they are seized by the dark paper and rejected by the white one. One could think of a
great luminous ballet. Depending on the surface, the reflection forms an irradiated space around and before the frame, invisible but powerful. The beams are both wave and particle. We can feel them differently, through the undulatory
vibrations that influence our perception of color, and through their physical impact on our bodies, while standing under the sun. The light’s undulatory movement wraps around us as if we where in an ocean made of these light beams. When looking at the
frame hung on the wall, one feels drawn to it. If you look at it the right way, you might see the frame suspended in the air, coming towards you. What we see here, though always subtle, is light’s playful game between the frame and its observer. Then, the invisible can be seen, we catch a glimpse of this other world, a world in which the miracle of life silently flows, everywhere, endlessly. The frames are only the scene, built by the earth, by the craftsman and finally by the artist. Nevertheless, the lead actor remains the light in this theatre built by time. By fading away, we make room to phenomena that cannot come to life if we occupy the front stage. And it is by withdrawing ourselves, by the emptiness created, that we can contemplate - for a brief moment - the plenitude.
Jörg Gessner, Lyon, June 2014