The squares, the parks, the lakes, the kindergartens, the skate ramps that she depicts are empty of humans, but occupied by developments that are both strangely familiar and fundamentally strange. Everything seems "normal" at first glance and we would be tempted to go ahead, but something ends up catching us. Maybe the arbitrary colors? Maybe the light too pure? Maybe some objects floating like in weightlessness? Urban furniture becomes then subject to contemplation, as in the "metaphysical paintings" of Chirico, but without the need of any surrealistic artifice to achieve this end.
extract from the text of Lionel Morel "La tragédie des choses nulles"