"a painting is for me much expressive language than all words"

When you ask Josée Chenuil what she wanted to express in her pictures, it frowns eyebrows, throws you an outraged look, gets up, makes three steps, breath, discontent, then throws a terrible and without further right of appeal " which I know about it, me? ", who invites you to change knowing immediately of matter.

Because Josée Chenuil detests speaking about her, it is therefore necessary learnedly to ruser to tear from her off some information. As for daring to enter its workshop to surprise it at job, brushes in the hand, which boldness it would be needed! the single person, braving the proscription, numerical apparatus over one's shoulder, had courage to venture, and after long negotiations there, acquired the approval to photograph the artist-painter in front of his easel: Sylvain, her friend sold enfance. 

And if, recent relation in period of " bets in test ", I was miraculeusement tolerated in the den of the artist, it is thanks to the participation of her dogs, Fish and Miro - said "Mimi", who gave me their friendship and opened the doors of the lair.

M.B