“Neither my studies, my work, nor my life was influenced by painting of any sort. I was too removed from the experiments of the time. I kept going deeper into my solitude.” Thus wrote Aurelie Nemours to me in November 2005. A few weeks later she died. Should this comment be taken as words written on the brink of life, or understood as the path taken by every artist—and perhaps every human being? The expression “go deeper into solitude” reminds us that Nemours was also a poet, even as it assumes a special meaning in this exhibition.