This year of pandemic entered into Marie Plante’s painting, to the point where she no longer recognized her shore and where she began to dream of a shore, or of the shore of dreams.
It was an inner search, a look at her life, at the places where she landed. A questioning of what she wanted to do with her life. Like a bird, the shore is its middle, its anchor, but the broad and its other shore call for it. This other who attracts her and makes her dream!
Entre fleuve et montagne, #baiestpaul a tout pour plaire 🌊⛰ Laissez-vous inspirer!