What does one see in Corinne Mercadier’s photographs? Sky and water, the line of the horizon, fragile landing stages with loose planks, one or two boats hauled up on the shore, almost nothing. Objects were not more numerous in the paintings by Morandi. Vases, jugs, bottles. An equal perseverance in laconism. An art of little where the lifeless and the second-rate become the most radiant reality. An illustration of forlornness which metamorphoses itself in the ecstasy of solitude.
Against all that which obliterates our vision, Corinne Mercadier opens the path of the void. And this void strangely arouses a presence to the world. It is the structure and the rigging of the gaze. Bit by bit this state of abandon which impregnates the countryside insinuates itself in us. Little by little everything that is not light take refuge. The rare objects which we see live in the vacancy of their use. There is in them something which is infinitely available which communicates its calm and its peace to the very edges of the heart.