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One of Quebec’s most delicate and subtle poets … We note the poietic energy at the dynamic and tensional heart of Bleu de Delft, in which we see all the fine-bonedness, all the serene-despite-all, ever firmly questing vigour of a perception and an expression that explain why the work of a great artist such as Alexandre Hollan can hold her attention.

Louise Warren lives not far from the lake that nourishes her work. That silence like an overturned bowl. The bluish luminosity of a certain dawn. The particular sound of footsteps crossing the ice. Each time I open this book (Objets du monde), I step outside myself in order to enter the world of poetic reflection.

When it is a book that you have loved, you need more than one reading. The most luminous book may arise from a place of darkest melancholy. If the book seems light it is because the author bore the weight of the writing, like the sufferings of the world. I don’t read a book, I converse with a writer. And when it is someone who touches me, I want to spend time with that person again. Let me put it simply : I take great pleasure in being with Louise Warren (Objets du monde : Archives du vivant). In her work there is both the darkness and the light.

In these Archives, Warren’s essays examine not only her personal experiences, but also the seductive fusion of her own practices to those of other artists. Her fragments on art and poetry, on exhibits and artist studios trace the portrait of a writer who defines herself in relation to what she sees and what she writes, a writer for whom an inter-artistic project is necessary if one is to grasp the sources and the force of creation.