For a great long time, I would walk past a corner gallery here in Boulogne, and through the window, I would admire the paintings by a particular artist. One day, the artist’s work suddenly disappeared from their familiar placement in the windows and gallery walls without my ever catching his or her name.
Earlier this afternoon, I picked up a flyer for an upcoming exhibition at the FAE Galerie l’Atelier and noticed that the artwork for the event was indeed by the artist that I had admired, and that her name is Issabelle BARD.
Well, it is finally good to place a name with the images that I remember liking so well. I always admired how the tops of her trees are like shaded, slowly passing clouds hovering close above the tranquil landscape. To me, these are like images of silence and the passage of time spent in quiet contemplation.