A few everyday objects, a chair, a table, white sheets - all evocative of a human presence - are carefully arranged and surrounded by incomplete architectural elements. Columns, round arches, staircases or doors leading nowhere are Mathilde Lestiboudois' obsessions. We are in front of her paintings as we are in front of a show, sitting in a theatre, waiting for the actors or at the end of a performance. Without imposing a model of thought and without seeking the viewer's easy emotion, the painter suggests that we step onto the stage and take hold of this space. She invites us to project our own fiction onto it: here a naiad who, after having basked in it, has forgotten her drapery near a pool; here the ancient curia which has just ended, leaving the imprint of the bodies of the politicians on the armchairs covered with white sheets.