Cynthia Girard La secte de la souris volante
C. Girard, 2006
Opening on Saturday, May 26, 2007, 5 pm
There is an insect
On a branch
The branch is in my head
Yes it is in my head
I drilled a hole
In my skull and I inserted the branch
A beetle came and walked through my skull
On the branch
The beetle is sad and crying and
Her tears fill a pond in my brain
In the grey jelly of my brain there is now
A pond with goldfishes and waterlilies
They swim
The water is salty
They swim through the beetle’s tears
The goldfishes are my dreams
From the poem by Cynthia Girard, There is an insect
C. Girard, 2006
Cynthia Girard is a visual artist and a poet. Her recent solo exhibitions include Locked Up at Space Studios (London, U.K.), Le temps des oiseaux at Optica (Montréal), Histoire de bois at L’Écart (Rouyn-Noranda) and Fictions sylvestres (Musée d’art contemporain de Montréal). She drew critical attention with a series of exhibitions entitled Le pavillon du Québec, 2001-3, which questioned how Québécois national identity was represented.