… One would almost have to close one’s eyes so that the spirit, delivered, can see what the work of Cécile Martial, child of a long asceticism, suggests precisely to look at: the diaphanous nature of light (…). But isn’t it going wrong to speak of Cécile Martial’s works in this manner, if it is true that, in a certain way, it is we who are in her and not she in front of us, in short if our eye cannot see anything without this light that emanates from her to illuminate unsuspected skies within us?