like curled up in a fold of the forgotten time of          men, in a corner of history ignored by the emergency physicians of the consumerist nothing - somewhere between the Japanese Middle Ages and the globalized 21st century - Catherine Ludeau occupies a space, an alcove of peace, where you feel at home without having been invited.

Like a sublime submarine volcano, material and telluric, the work of Catherine Ludeau explodes in silence. The pain here is not in the birth, but in the genesis. Only a long process, invisible to the eye, was able to make possible the emergence of his work so successful, so simply beautiful.

Catherine, as a secular old sage that she is not yet, gives birth to the strange material that contains an obvious finitude, without appeal, where everything is said, with the gesture for word, the quest for frame. To contemplate and let yourself be carried away by this ballad in the heart of the gardens of your mysterious soul, soothed, cured of who knows what painful journey, is a bath from which you come out enriched, rested, almost new.
It is indeed birth and matter that it is: the resin can never be totally tamed, it diverts the artist's original intention and leaves room for surprise, that contained in any work whose essential remains buried in the belly of the creator, until childbirth.

From the first glance, Catherine Ludeau's paintings do their work of appeasement, wonder and we want to have them close to us to draw each day the serene energy they deliver. Morning paintings for a smooth awakening, a smooth transition between the world of sleep and that of busy busyness. Paintings of full light in the warmth of which we come to seek comfort and confidence. Chiaroscuro paintings that invite meditation.

Under the air of Yoko Tsuno *, Catherine involuntarily hides the keys to her treasure, which, moreover, we do not want to know in order to alter nothing.
In his refined universe, it seems time has stood still, we live in weightlessness. The traveler that we are there meets a revealing mirror that evokes the reintegration of opposites, yin and yang, all reunited, the balance of the universe, resin without varnish.

- Nicolas Lepeu