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Maron Bouillie goes off for a walk to fill her basket with images, snapping wavy blades of grass and soft wisps of air. Back in her studio, she exposes those delicate moments, sprinkles her ideas to keep them fresh and creates tools to make household chores pleasurable. As seasons go by, Maron plants her collections… beans or radishes, each with their specific nature. According to the times and the weather, things will grow in different ways. Thus, with a touch of mimesis here, a spot of diversion there, Maron Bouillie sows the seeds of poetry. |
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