Méné directs his gaze to the landscape that surrounds us, both the physical landscape and that of the mind that appears when we close our eyes. These are real and figurative landscapes made of dreams, nourished by dreams, and a source of dreams. His work connects with ancient African arts, with the thread and needle of sewing, basket weaving, masks, and the most vehement present. It speaks to us about the mutilation of our planet, the extraction of the sap that nourishes the earth, overexploitation, desiccation... and the struggle and denunciation that come with reversing these processes.

There is something initiatory, a faith in the wild, and cave art in the work of the Ivorian artist, where there is neither perspective nor escape, which gives the viewer the freedom to explore every inch of the canvas with the same attention. It's important because surrealism is rooted in that freedom, and its religiosity has no commandments but palpitations that invite levitation.