This idea of the book as a process, as Hélène Cixous writes, lets things happen, evolves with the process. Odilon Pain was talking to us about his practice and the return to painting. The need for materiality and the appearance of the accident. The word accident is, in my opinion to close to mistake. Accidents: marks, drips, peeping undercoats are the thinking of painting, the turn of hand, the unexpected that takes a concept and makes it into something.
I have no doubt that this is the process but what of the observed object? I do have my doubts about the spectator, the subject. Are they looking for a diversion or an object of contemplation? I suppose it’s like this glass of wine, it depends on the moment, on the who, on the whatever.