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Guilaine Arts
French Editor

Guilaine Arts is a self-taught artist with a unique and idiosyncratic style. She uses acrylic most oftenly due to its versatility. Her current work is figurative, depicting predominantly female characters, coming, most of the time, from her own imagination. Some of Guilaine’s work explores the concept of cultural identity (personal and social), while others help in raising awareness for the environmental insecurities and risks, envisioning a new way of life. Her art speaks to emotion as well as to reason. Guilaine describes her work as the art of the soul.

More about Guilaine's Art can be found here on her Facebook page; And on her website guilainearts.com

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Un Hommage à Clotaire Marboeuf, un musicien remarquable 05.24.2020
Visual Art with a Steel Pulse 05.19.2020
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From Haiti to your Heart 08.04.2019
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Neg 1804: ou l'art et la spiritualite convergent 02.15.2017

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