The heroes that Emmanuelle paints inhabit a disenchanted world devoid of angels. She tenderly sketches them in their pathetic solitude, caresses their features with her soft and fine brushes, repairs their flaws by conferring on them a lustre that they could not hope for, as if to allow them to slip into the unreasoned catalog of a famous master, or onto the walls of a museum. These smooth and disturbing fictions like witches' mirrors, with their confidential format, invite the spectator, between laughter and tears, devotion and provocation, to reflect on the frontiers of taste, culture, reality, and life.