These pages do not seek to explain, but to linger: beside the black of Pierre Soulages, beside the silence of Ezio Bosso.
I invite you to play Bosso and enjoy the dark use of Soulanges whilst reading this brief text.
Somewhere in the distance, a black canvas broods, deprived of visible details, unspoken to the eyes of the distant observer. Here is a musician silent in front of a grand piano, contemplating notes yet to be pressed, unheard by the impatient listener.
Yet when the observer steps into the painting’s intimacy, hues, depth, and essential details are revealed through layers of black. The magic of a master of emotions producing a symphony upon layers of darkness, creating colours through the absence of colours. So narrowing towards the edge of Soulanges brushstrokes and gazing down the abyss of its emotions, reminds us of lights and tinctures we might have forgotten.
So too, when the listener awaits patiently the masterful hand lingering before the black-and-white keyboard, when they taste the sound of that missing note and that suspenseful silence, then their heart is transported into a cacophony of emotions; a tiphon of sound emerges from that prolonged stillness. So Enzo Bosso makes us travel to the diversity of sounds through the mastery of its absence - Silence.
