The exhibit, « Femmes, fleurs et oiseaux » is at its second showing. Like a serpent, it has shed its skin. New drawings and a different approach in the images are similar but at the same time, renewed. Some creations of the past survived. Their symbolic manner and their controlled lines remind us of illustrations from children’s books. The New Year barely started, took the artist towards a new approach. The stories are no longer illustrated in her head. Her creations have become a cry; a cry of anger, a cry of indomitable love. Her creations are now a way of expression for what cannot be said and what modesty does not allow to be written.
When she was a child, her father gave her his old box of “prismacolors” crayons. She played around with the colors, she created spirals, drops and circles and sometimes, a face or a flower would appear. He then taught her how to do shades on apples, on roses and on hands. Later on, she decided to go to college with the intention of becoming an artist. But unfortunately or maybe, luckily, she was self taught and undisciplined. She dropped out and did what she loved best, using colored crayons and water colors. Today, she presents her second exhibit, her confession on paper, the reflection in her heart, of “Femmes, fleurs et oiseaux”.