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From the very first notes, there was that green. Artificial, yet soft. A doctor’s coat? It was everywhere, it carried everything away. A bit like her life. An unrelenting flow. And then there was that resonance. A warm light capable of spreading. Her generosity, perhaps… The brown of life’s traces, the red in the whites of the eyes—I no longer know why. I no longer know whether they were in the music, in the color of the lights, or just in my head. The clicks, the “tap,” the rhythms of the piano keys come later. When you’ve listened to the music 10, 20 times, then you dive in. You dive into the details of the portrait as you do into the music. You can’t stop anymore. You only stop when you begin to hear the colors speaking to you, when you see the music and life settling into the canvas. Original text in French, translated by AI Photograph: Nicolas Friess / Hans Lucas