Trois petits tours et puis s'en vont

Wood, wood, pretty wood warms our hearts, life burns so fast, three laps around and then it leaves...
Like a compass, the slender legs of the pedestal circumscribe a space time on the map of the disappeared tree.
A still life of a noiseless domestic chaos where the heart of the elm joins with the papyrus roots.
The drops of resin brighten the stubble … illusion of life.
Sylvie Cloutier, art visuel, art public, portfolio, sculpture, miniature