Conversation is the best form of entertainment — as long as you name-drop the right elements.
The dream-leaking Artist Laure Prouvost, for instance!
Not an artist you follow.
You rather drift into her world like a dream you half-invent as you go.
Wild, tangled, and full of paths that were never meant to be straight.
A leaking teapot that mumbles a love letter.
A sunken car blossoming with plastic flowers.
A grandmother who might be a mermaid.
And suddenly, you’re floating inside a place where nothing quite fits — and that’s the point.
Laure Prouvost doesn’t just blur reality.
She deep-fries it until it’s crispy, confusing,
and somehow more delicious.
She turns disorientation into tenderness, broken sentences into bridges, and mistranslation into a new kind of fluency — the kind you feel more than you understand.
Prouvost doesn’t just melt reality — she rewrites who gets to tell it.
Her work leaks with grandmothers who outsmart grandfathers, breasts that turn into fountains, and languages that slip away from control.
It’s not feminism with a bullhorn.
It’s feminism with a wink, a spill, and a bridge for all the messy, joyful stories that were never supposed to be told.
If you’ve ever wished you could crawl out of language, or vanish into a half-told story — Laure Prouvost already left the door open.
(Or maybe it was a window. Or a puddle.
Either way, you’re invited to her dreams)
Big Dream, Better Lie, and Fanciful Escape!