Gaspésie, je me souviens

Acrylic, paper, sage and crayon on canvas - 12'' x 16''

'À trop revirer la terre, on finit par déranger les vers' is a line I took out of a book of poetry my friend was reading, which suggests that some truths are better left unsaid if we don't want to live the consequences. I languidly reflected on this during a summer of losing myself in the fisherman's houses surrounded by fields leading to the ocean in Gaspésie, Québec.