CHROMATICS is a group like no other. A free space, an open-air manifesto, a concentration of pure light and fiery pigments. Here, color reigns supreme, and it does not whisper—it shouts, it dances, it pounds, it breathes.

For this 4th edition, I have brought together more than 50 artists— plus 7 sculptors—all chosen with care, rigor, and instinct. What am I looking for? Works that stand out through color, that vibrate, that take risks, that dare to compose as one dares to tell the truth. I want neither lukewarmness nor domesticated gray: I want pulsation, unstable balance, breath.

CHROMATICS is the birthplace of chromatism, a movement in motion. One word, one world, one idea: to make color the primary language, a sensitive and wild alphabet. And the public is beginning to understand this. The press is talking about it. The word is spreading. It is alive. And this year, we are exhibiting at Place de la Concorde, on 4,000 m² around the obelisk. Nothing less. The heart of Paris, for a heart that beats very strongly. The section shines, overflows, stretches, asserts itself. It becomes what it was meant to be: a chromatic shock, a collective energy, a laboratory in broad daylight.

CHROMATICS is a proud, free, untamed group. It is a bath of light, a slap in the face for the retinas, a feast for the optic nerves. It is a colorful love at first sight. And this is only the beginning.