Even before entering the main exhibition hall, visitors encountered stark white letters in thick profusion on the blackened walls: BLACK SPECK, LIQUID CENTER, RALENTIR LES IMAGES (slow down the images), LES CONTOURS DU FOU SONT NETS (the contours of the madman are sharp), LA MEMBRANE DU RÉEL (the membrane of the real), WILDERNESS. And then, like the inscription on the portal to the underworld in some classical legend, one last message was written in an ornate script on the entrance door: DISPARAÎTRE ICI (vanish here). The memory of these words continued to accompany us as we plunged into a visual