Until November 30, 2025, Café Kymem in Vevey is hosting the works of Gabrielle Cornuault.
There you can discover his black and white friezes with meticulous patterns, his luminous watercolors, as well as two unpublished originals, presented in preview and taken from his Icelandic trip.
A wonderful opportunity to dive into a poetic universe where lines and colors tell of landscapes, emotions and movements.
📍 Café Kymem – Vevey
20 Communal Street, 1800 Vevey
📅 Exhibition until November 30
(ou comment le renard arctique a perfectionné l’art du cambriolage en milieu isolé) Il est minuscule, incroyablement rusé, et totalement dépourvu de respect pour la propriété privée. Voici le renard arctique du Hornstrandir, petit fantôme du nord islandais, capable de...
A little over two weeks after our return, the Icelandic dust has settled—and with it, the pace is slowly returning to a more “normal” pace. Gabrielle is back in France, surrounded by piles of notebooks, sheets of paper, and colorful sketches. She sorts,...
📍 ///home.sweet.home We empty Jimny. We remove the boxes, we tidy, we sort. The papers, the souvenirs, the objects that have accumulated week after week. We finally find that damn thing we've been looking for everywhere, and we finally mourn this...
📍 ///eeriness.dispensed.elders The ferry casts off, and we're off: Jimny and I are on board. Apart from the belt, which started whistling again this morning, nothing to report. The brakes work well, and most importantly, they release properly when...
📍///architect.salvaged.nannies You couldn't make this up. Departure by ferry. Cut off from the digital "world" for at least 48 hours.
📍 ///chez.petur.marietta Sometimes chance has a very special way of reaching out to us. While paying the garage bill, the accountant lets me in, almost as if it were a secret, that a German painter lives just a stone's throw away, having lived in Iceland for decades...
📍 ///successfully.clerics.mountains The night was great, despite the various things on our minds. First of all: will we be able to reach Seydisfjördur and catch the ferry? Without that, it's like dominoes... nothing goes right, everything goes wrong. And we don't dare...
📍Between despair and depression, not far from Safébocou-sur-nerfs Warm, in a room without wind or rain, in a dry bed... without a single sound, a deafening silence. The day started off rather badly. A bit like the second part of yesterday's evening...
📍 ///surreal.plastering.hesitating Here we are, cozy in a café in Höfn, waiting for the specialist. A diagnosis, some treatment, and perhaps the promise to continue the journey. For the past few days, a feeling of unease has been setting in. Without complaining, we gritted our teeth,...
📍///eats.snowballs.entwine Unsurprisingly, waking up to the rain. But not for long: I took advantage of a lull to fold up the soaked tent before it started again. Always that fine line between folding up a wet but dry tent, or waiting...
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📍 ///hyping.unloads.ledges A quick clarification following my visit to Geysir and Gullfoss. When I use the word "Disneyland," it's not a criticism of how anyone chooses to travel. Tourism is vital to Iceland—in fact, after fishing, it's one of...
📍 ///enclosures.denture.bathwater The night was incredibly clear: a sky studded with stars, with no light pollution for miles around. If I'd had a little more energy, I could have enjoyed it more. In any case, it heralded a...
📍 ///mattresses.scrubbers.ditty Once the tent is folded – not without difficulty because of the rain, wind, and cold – we set off in search of water and, above all, gasoline, the real lifeblood of these lands. Then, as Iceland obliges, we stop at Geysir, the famous geyser...
📍 ///offshoot.biodiversity.commented After several weeks in the fjords and remotest corners of Iceland, a radical change of scenery awaits: here we are in Reykjavik, the world's northernmost capital. Founded in 874 by Ingólfur Arnarson, a chieftain...
📍 ///classics.crab.inclined Morning in town to sort out a few unfinished business. While Gabrielle draws, I find an optician who agrees to take care of my glasses, which survived their adventure folded in the tent at Hornstrandir. Since then,...
📍 ///optician.inclement.chemistry It's been sunny for three days now, and it feels amazing. There are very few clouds on the horizon, which is almost surprising. It's a bit of a stopover day before heading back to the capital to make the various adjustments before the...
📍 ///tatters.pays.busload When you wake up, there's nothing like a hot bath to start the day... and get behind schedule 😅 But in reality, apart from being in Seyðisfjörður on the evening of the 27th, everything is quite flexible. A 1-2 day stop in Reykjavík is planned, for...
