The works of Julia Haumont mark, as they say of some skins they mark more than others. One should not be too quick to trust the delicate and melancholy faces of the children she represents, or the pastel colors of her drawings.
Under the surface, cruelty harbours. The materials are most of the time altered, like the butter canvas on which she draws or print, that she fray before suturing and they are not specks or sequins she uses that make you forget the slow and bitter work of sewing. On the other hand, ceramics representing her as a child, so busy scrutinizing her companions or counting the points of a game that escapes us, do not seem to be covered with discrete hematomas. Julia Haumont says she likes techniques that freeze one material over another: etching, embroidery, dyeing on canvas, enameled ceramics. However, nothing heavy in his work, but a disconcerting fragility mingled with determination, reminiscent of that of the girls facing the Catherine Legrand of the novel ?Opoponax? by Monique Wittig: "We look at her without moving. We cannot help her".