And here, good luck! Any attempt to interfere in her intimacy will result in learned conclusions about the fragility of the artist, the inability to say and other subtleties that are as much a matter of common sense as they are a reflection of reality: that’s how Soizick Martin paints and there would be nothing more to add.

Let us insist, because to explore the unfathomable, we come across a few nuggets. She will shout out the euphoria that wins her over with the brush in her hand, will confess to you the doubt that eats away at her once the utensil has rested, will speak to you of a need that blossomed in adolescence, will confess to you some of the hiding that was done to mother: for if there is an age when one necessarily has to sneak out, it is to attend evening classes, in secret, that Soizick once sacrificed to the rite. Of these nocturnal escapades, the disobedient young girl keeps a thousand drawings and one design…