Born in Quebec City in 1954 and now living in Baie-St-Paul, Gilles Bédard very early demonstrated a certain artistic talent. Loving to create from nature, it is spontaneity that makes Gilles stop to paint a scene that has struck him. Using different techniques such as acrylic, oil, pastel and charcoal, his first concern remains nevertheless, light in all its forms.

As a young man, Gilles joined the Canadian Coast Guard, a job that brought him on icebreakers to the Arctic. He discovered, for the first time, the effects of the midnight sun and the magnificent reflected light on the asperities of the mirrors. The silence of this desert country deeply marked him as it was enveloping.
After four years at sea, the life of artist turned into an irresistible attraction for him. During the eighties, he lived for a while in the Charlevoix region, notably at Saint-Joseph-de-la-Rive, where he painted pastel portraits. He was never attracted by the "sad" painting that was in vogue at the time, his interests being rather focused on joyful subjects that demonstrated the joy of living instead.

His works are music, a luminous vibration, a fugitive moment seized on the canvas that must live and dazzle as the emotion that gave rise to it. The atmosphere that emerges from his works will be tender or festive depending on the nature of the call. Often inspired by the landscapes of Charlevoix, his paintings are treated in a very fanciful way. Light in all its forms is omnipresent in the work of Gilles Bédard. Color also takes on another dimension. Gilles Bédard specializes in summer landscapes because he knows how to paint foliacés and assign them unique colors. Indeed, the beauty of his greens has become a legend in the artistic milieu. However his winter scenes are exquisitely warm.

In short, in expressing himself, Gilles Bédard describes all the nobility of his art: "I see my art as a cry of the heart, as the spontaneous liberation of all that I feel within me. I love the freedom that creation brings, and I can not live, as so many others do, in the dreary constraints of everyday life. "