Our parental home

When artist Linda Vachon took possession of the family home, she vowed to never erase her parents. To make them exist despite their absence.

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The 56-year-old attaches great importance to objects. She knows that each of them has a story, and when that story affects her loved ones, she struggles to get rid of it. “You might think I’m clinging to the past, but I’m not,” she says. Rather, it’s about me seeing the beautiful and bringing my roots to life. »


Works from the exhibition color for pain

I’ve been the painter on social media for over a year. I love his characters, I find them real (in the sense of damaged and alive). A few days ago she posted a photo of a scratched tile floor. The caption read: “Make a floor like I make a painting. »

My curiosity was piqued. I’ve called you.


Linda Vachon

Linda Vachon took over her parents’ house in 2011. Since then she has been working on it and respecting her legacy. Better still, by honoring it. Take the bathroom, his latest work…

I didn’t want to change the mirrors because I know my parents looked at them, she explains to me. They fixed their reflection in the mirror to look beautiful but also to isolate themselves in moments of sadness. Can’t replace that!

Linda Vachon


Linda Vachon kept the original mirrors that saw her parents’ reflection.

If you can always keep old mirrors, you’re going to have to replace the floor at some point… Linda reluctantly removed the linoleum. Below she found a stained floor. She decided to keep them. To paint that floor and make its wear and tear shine, as if to commemorate all the feet that have trodden it.

The connection to his paintings?

My pictures, I use them. I take my father’s file to damage it and leave a mark. I like Roughthe gross.

Linda Vachon

She likes to see that life has passed in the corner.

When it came time to redesign the gallery, Linda insisted on retrieving the boards her parents had walked on. At the same time, she was offered the opportunity to take part in a fundraiser to support female victims of violence. She had the brilliant idea of ​​cutting the boards into small slices and gluing these pieces onto wooden panels. panels on which she painted.

Women who are victims of violence are broken down, but they build themselves up again. This is the message I wanted to send. I sold all the paintings… And my parents’ gallery is still alive.

Linda Vachon

The list of the artist’s transformations is long. Long and touching.


One of Linda’s father’s gloves now serves as a bird feeder.

Linda’s father, who died in 2008, loved birds. She sticks one of her work gloves in a tree and sprinkles seeds into it each day to bring together the finest specimens in the area.


The outdoor fireplace has become a lamp.

She converted the chimney of her parents’ old outdoor fireplace into a lamp. “They often made love fires. That light lives on in a different way. »


His mother’s sofa

She also inherited the love seat from her mother, who left her last year. It was the first item she bought when she moved into an apartment. It’s the one she landed on to watch TV, listen to the radio, and eventually fight off a new man. She who thought she would end her life without a lover…

“I realized that not only was she my mother, she was a woman,” admits Linda Vachon. This loveseat has become very important to me! It represents the moment when my mother became happy again. It’s near my computer now. I can sit on it to draw illustrations… And I can feel my mother’s energy. »

The apple didn’t fall far from the tree.

Linda’s parents also gave objects meaning. So much so that her father collected the contents of the trash can that Linda filled before moving into an apartment… “Do you know what you throw out last? Like, your school books. He ran after me and kept everything,” she recalls with a laugh.

The man had also lined his shed with drawings given to him by his grandchildren, letters and wild flowers given to him for birthdays… Of course, nothing changed.

“Words from him are still everywhere,” adds the artist. He left many notes in anticipation of when we would take possession of the house. »


Linda Vachon realizes that the treasures she amass will one day be someone else’s waste.

Linda confides in me that her mania for keeping everything drives her to despair at times friend. That he wants to get rid of the “messy chairs lying on the floor”, the old fatherly wheelbarrow covered in moss, or the outdated grill that Linda hopes to bring back someday…

“There are a lot of things that I keep on hand while I wait for the right project,” she admits.

But Linda Vachon doesn’t tell stories. She realizes that the treasures she amass will one day be someone else’s waste.

“Apart from my parents, two of my brothers passed away. Death, I know it’s inevitable. And I know it might be hard for my loved ones if I go. They have to sort it out, and there’s stuff they’re going to throw away because it doesn’t mean anything to them… So I started sorting that out. »

The day of his 51stand Linda Vachon was sitting outside with a few boxes of keepsakes on her birthday. Letters from a former lover, cards he received when he was young, items too valuable to end up in the trash. She lit it, then gathered up the ashes.

At home are the ashes of my loved ones. Now there are also the ashes of my memories.


The artist preserved the ashes of some memories.

These are the kind of ghosts I would live with.

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