Louis-Thomas Plamondon’s portages, with hushed footsteps in the fog, the plains and the branch paths, conceal moments of acute and sculptural presence in the world. To carry oneself is to elevate oneself, to keep awake and attentive to moments of grace. Portages are finely chiselled hymns that record the existence of simple, precise and particular situations, all in close relationship with nature and animality. Each of these tableaux vivants is a meditation, the fruit of a ritual of poetry and consciousness. Words and affections spread throughout the body, innervating to the tips of the fingers, to the tips of the lips, to that luminous frontier where the body and the world meet.
