We met him in the Spring of 1988 in his office at the publishing house Seuil and subsequently invited him to inaugurate our new space rue Burdeau in the Fall of 1989 with an exhibit entitled ‘Pictures 1965-1989’.
Mere hours before learning of his death, on September 2, 2015, these words written down, nourished by his own and those of Françoise, his wife, so gently trying to prepare us for the inevitable: Poetry is unacceptable, photography unending, sickness irreversible and death irrevocable.
He is dead, and the lesson of darkness doesn’t exist, just as the title of one of his exhibits at the gallery asserted.
He is here in our heart. His oeuvre shaped us.
It stands the test of time.
With the word silence, thank you Friend.
“DZ” says Denis
Catherine Derioz & Jacques Damez
