‘I paint imaginary places’
Viviane White looks wistfully at the paintings that I assumed were pastoral studies of her area- Sainte Anne de Bellevue. Looking again the dreamy tones and gossamer forests, I get what she means… She mixes her memories and emotions and creates canvases with an ethereal quality.
She loves popping into Montreal to check what the young artists are doing- at a gallery in North Montreal, I loved her aliveness, her showing me the city, her carelessly put together ensemble that was boho yet chic. She peered into the works and contemplated them. The ones she liked got fulsome praise.
Her own art is varied- digital, oils, collages… moderism is what excites her and I believe her best is ahead. Keenly interested in politics, she is part bringing up a grandson who at 3 speaks lucid English with words like humungous thrown in for good measure. His clarity perhaps comes from the way Viviane treats him like a sensitive adult.
No one could have shown me this town the way she did with its rivers, waterways, homes, people and what being a Canadian French is.