“Chrystèle Lerisse knows what a horizon line means, and the height we give it. She knows, having watched in the treetops for the fringed line that is ordered and exhausted between the foliage, what the emerging drawing can suggest. She knows, in the zones of chromatic transition between object and space, in those murky passages of different tones of grey, what that moment evokes: always infinitesimal and evanescent, soon decomposed. She re-examines the place of the body in space, the visual experience before aesthetic ambition, the sudden intelligence of space under the pressure of time.” — Jérôme Felin