Once upon a time I collected signatures of famous artists. After that, it was a fixation with Les Nabis, a movement founded by Pierre Bonnard and Jean-Édouard Vuillard, artists who could magically resolve the extremely busy backgrounds of their paintings. Then came the fascination with renaissance masters and their rendering of hands and feet, which naturally led to their shoes.
How do people deal with endings, and beginnings, and then endings again?...
These are portraits of women I want to invite to my birthday party. They will come wired with harlequin mindsets, Bristol Cream, spikes and all kitted out in the unique fashion sensibilities of the irrepressible Québécoise.
Have you ever managed to survive something so very stupid, that the thought bubbles above everyone else’s heads are still screaming, “You are too dumb to exist. Please give your seat to the next available person with an IQ over 40”?





