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The Bipolar Giant, a Living Legend! – Part Three

Allow Guillaume Beaulieu to recount his legend in his own words and in its original language by clicking the link below. View the full transcript in English here.

Painting with plain colours showing two people beside a tree.

Tree of Life, by Frank Polson, acrylic on canvas (2017).

In an excess of pride, he then draws borders, installs fence posts fearing foreigners and monetizes his territory. In fact, he starts to socialize with his father in the big city, he starts pulling south to north, applying the same recipes with the same logic, but with mixed results. He’s great with words. Following his manly call, several of his friends come to join him in his vast territory to cultivate it following their race of paler people. They plan to do so by digging trenches, by shaving down areas of nature’s green hair and shattering the rock. The most brazen of them decided to face the future on this brutal land, soon rid of the empty promises from the bipolar, they’re “down to earth”, the most proficient and valiant, to which the yeast of the story brought bread on the table and butter on the bread.

Black and white picture showing a farm : a barn, a house, animals and agricultural gear.

Dollard Trudel Farm in Amos, Abitibi in the late 20s.

Pretentious to the point of wanting to warm the austere climate with the action of human hands, the giant, still handsome, starts dating a flirting young woman from the city, introduced to him by his father. She’s thin, and she often throws an inviting smile at her man, who agrees to become the official provider for the family. Their romance lasted for a few years. While our strong man is on a high for longer than usual, the beauty gives birth to their four children, as he and his own father sign an agreement to mortgage the land and exploit it in different ways.

Coloured picture of an outside summer view of a village, with a church at the centre. In the forefront, we can see a boat with people on a lake.

Rémigny village view, in the late 70s.

Working harder now than when he was pushing the glacier since he’s stuck this time with stress gnawing at his nerves, he resolves to put duty before pleasure. Then, overwhelmed from working tirelessly from dawn till dusk and grieving the loss of one of his sons, who died at war, he degrades into a monumental “down”.

A stylish woman surrounded by lush vegetation, the flowers and leaves are confounded with the patterns on her dress.

L’essentiel (The Essential). Painting by Josette Allard, 2008.

The human sized giant neglected his city wife so much, who was already feeling tormented from missing the comfort of larger crowds, left him and moved back to the city along with their youngest daughter. The violent sound and constant echoing of the door slamming left the breadwinner vacant of all motivation, in a house drained of all its colour. And a mortgage that won’t wait. The system runs 24 hours a day, and he has, at his side, two children from his second marriage bed. He convinces himself, doing more harm than good, that work is health.