Lost in the labyrinth of her own dreams, Hélène Delprat has held onto painting in spite of the contemporary ascendancy of post-Conceptual art. She is aware that in this era the phenomenon of painting figurative images, of expressing a personal and singular universe, has become a rarity. For some fifteen years now, she has questioned the beginnings and ends of painting with humor, vivacity, sometimes naïveté, wit, imagination, and tenacity. In this process, she calls upon myths both ancient and modern: whether it’s the hunter Acteon—guilty of catching sight of the mystery of the goddess (i.e.