The elements blend in order and desorder, playing
with senses and emotions.
Landscape lines lose themselves: they drift away,
emerge from the window of the canvas to engage
in a dialogue with feelings, caressing emotions.
Everything is fluid and in motion, from the tips
of waves and leaves to the light flooding the space.
Anne Morgann moves between the wild coastline
of the Guérande peninsula and the forests
of Meudon, where she immerses herself
in the blue hour, the first and last light of day.
Her canvases have no anchor point: each line
is in movement, sensitive, free, drawing
a universe that everyone and no one
can recognize at once.
It’s the blue hour, and yet we lose all sense
of time in these canvases.
