A quiet alley, laundry drying slowly, a balcony open to the day.
It is in these ordinary moments that I find the most material to create. Nothing extraordinary, and yet everything is there: the passing of time, life organizing itself, the simple gestures that tell the story of a neighborhood.
This piece is an ode to Montreal's alleyways, to their discreet poetry, to what we no longer always look at but which is deeply part of our inner decor.
