Opening on May 24, 7:00 p.m. Filled with salt and water, rocks and nights, Marion has been walking the coastline since time immemorial. For a long time on the water with her tribe, sailing the planet on old tubs put back on the right foot by her care, she finally made landfall in the west, south Brittany to be more precise. Suffice to say that the water is still there, omnipresent, but the walls are less liquid, all in rockeries adorned with multicolored algae winding through water holes. In the sky, too, water: still cloudy, drenching thick and attacking the waves. On the edge of these acquiring masses, the breakwaters of geometric dikes and the colored gables of the houses of Ouessant or Saint-Gué reveal the lights washed by the gales. Days and nights, mornings, noon and evenings, Marion Zylberman walks the moors, the strikes and the ports to bring us back the essential. From large pastels to fine lines of ink, his palette and tools vary with the seasons and the weather. Large formats and small miniatures place us in front of the substance of the landscape. Going straight to the point and without concessions, Marion surely places her line and her color on paper. When she's not climbing the rocks, Zylberman cycles along the seashore, or, at worst, plies the coast in her van on stormy days. No one remembers seeing her locked up on a full day. We believe it!
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