The Quiet Observer of Charlevoix In the village of Baie-Saint-Paul, life moved with a specific, steady rhythm that Blanche Bolduc watched closely. She did not begin to pick up a brush until she was fifty-eight, a late start that allowed her to look at the world through the eyes of someone who had already lived through much of it. Her hands, guided by a self-taught instinct, began to translate the textures of Quebecois life onto canvas.…