Raymonde Duchesne (Lac St-Jean 1945-Quebec 2013)
All are born in the eye of the painter , springing one day from her imagination and memory – men and women , mothers and children . Dressed in old-fashioned clothes , they have no real place in the present time , no real faces other than those the artist has given them . Immobile, serene and sometimes shy , how many of them watch for the least sign of the outside world , perhaps in order to turn away from it ?
Ingenius and timid , do they call out to us from their world of secret silences ? For the last 30 years Raymonde Duchesne has invented her « people, » granting them in their daily lives a loving expression perfumed with candour and nostalgia . Through many a gesture of tenderness , patience and renuntiation , and musing , she has set to canvas her own journey thought life , strewn with joys and sorrows , both large and small . Such is her work . A precious chronology in image and text , the milestones of the journey ,
this book , her first , resembles a family album , that of a family gravitating around the image of the mother , of all mothers, of hers in particular . Thus , one by one , genre scenes slip out from the pages . In style and in spirit they continue the heritage of the « human style-lifes » of Modigliani , The flattened perspectives of Matisse , or , still yet , the enigmatic portraits of Lemieux . None the less , through this simple figuration impregnated with a gentle naivete , each painting transforms the anecdote into a scene of emotions .
Look carefully . Life slips away , intensifies . The muffled-up and static figures of the beginning , so often isolated and confined , are slowly liberated . Their presences , in an unspecified time , becomes more precise as they develop complicity . Their forms become rounder , more « sensuel, » and brighter in contact with colour and flowery exteriors , increasingly present . Crumpled letters , cages birds ,and dolls serve as symbols to be interpreted .
Historienne de l’art