These landscapes travel within a mixture of media that recall local and distant places I have visited in Quebec.  During the course of 8 years I gathered painted pieces of a fallen barn in the Laurentians, rocks from the shores of Lac Memphrémagog and rotting wood left on the streets of Mile End, along with steel I let rust in my yard over several winters and galvanized plates I hid under the ice at my doorstep.  Framed in precious mahogany, these lost objects become personal landscapes where vestiges of decay are transformed into boxes of treasure.  Behind the recuperated glass panes of my studio windows, forgotten moments are filtered through the elusive lens of memory, and pass from internal scenes to celestial views.