There is, at the heart of the palace, a place that does not exist.
An imaginary corridor, woven from gold, velvet, gardens, and embers
where all colors gather, like sovereigns summoned to a secret council.
One enters it without a sound, the way one opens an old book.
On one side, the golds still breathe the dust of the sun.
On the other, the greens whisper the wisdom of the groves.
Further on, the reds keep watch, warm embers ready to revive the inner fires.
Each hue carries its own memory, its own glow, its own temperament.
But here, in this unreal perspective, they move forward together, softly aligned,
like a silent procession of chromatic queens.
Polychromie Royale is that suspended moment:
the rare encounter in which all the shades of the palace
cease to reign separately
and begin to weave a single, shared story.
The story of a palace told not through words,
but through light,
through shadow,
through the colors time has left behind
as proof of a splendor that refuses to fade.
A map of the kingdom of colors.
A procession.
A vision.
A chromatic chorus.
A reimagined Versailles, in all its majesty.
