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                    A way of writing a book. These displaced objects turn into allegory , one that opens out into a vision of humor and freedom in a world that knows no limits. Links are forged between these strange and alien things. This work is all of a piece and shows a flawless skill of composition.
MARIELLE ERNOUD-GANDOUET
L'OEIL .
                    In the studio of dreams, Marie-Claude de Brunhoff captures in her boxes imaginary stories and shreds of memories. A book of poems under glass.
LAURE VERCHERE
ELLE DECORATION
                    Anything can indeed happen or seem to happen in the odd boxes of 
Marie-Claude de Brunhoff.
MARY BLUME   
INTERNATIONAL HERALD TRIBUNE
                    Marie-Claude de Brunhoff calls her dreams boxes. I don't mean to say she boxes them, or shuts them up. No, they are not locked in because these boxes have no lid. Actually she contradicts their fluctuation and their scattering. Out of the fragments she produces a shape. You can say this is the process of any creative art, but the particularity is that in this shape the fragments remain fragments. Each retains it's threat . It is for this reason that they need a box. However beautiful their component elements, they are but débris. The box is their horizon, their sky line. From one box to another a startled leap, an awakening.
GINEVRA BOMPIANI

                    Literature is the word that immediately comes to mind when discovering these magic boxes. Sea horses, gondolas, screens, mirrors, pearls, feathers ,shells, knights and dragons, pale statues , elegant loot of a misleading sweetness : this is the funny and singular grammar devised by Marie-Claude de Brunhoff, one that is composed of water and air, akin to Luis Bunuel's vision and to the glitter of night and oblivion.
RENE DE CECCATTY

                  « Le Rêve du Réverend Walker » is a miracle, and not a small one either. Most everything I ever cared about art is enlivened and magnified by this small red box full of light and a human figure and ice, a moon and a polar bear. How does this happen ? It's a mystery. But, an exquisite mystery. Nothing less.
RICHARD FORD

                   Certainly, Marie-Claude de Brunhoff's boxes, full of ravishing textural metaphors and witty incongruities, present us with dream scenarios - if, that is, we dream of classical heroes and heroines translated to the gorgeously opulent settings of unwritten operas from the fin-de-siecle, or of mythical confrontations and seductions replayed according to the logic of an inventiveness as lush as it is fastidious. Hers is an imagination informed by Surrealism, but her dark and mischievous humour, always at play among the details of her fantastical constructs, is absolutely her own; she is a true original.
ALAN JENKINS

                   When it comes to my own de Brunhoff box, into which I can enter imaginatively as I entered the great dollhouses I saw as a child ­ Colleen Moore's, Queen Victoria's - it takes me to Russia, to a palace, and to the wild west, a strange collaboration of consciousness presented in a aesthetic of great beauty and order in the tradition of Joseph Cornell, but beyond. Each box is something personal to the artist and to whomever owns one of these wonderful objects.
DIANE JOHNSON

                    Marie-Claude plays havoc with the labyrinths of memory. She evidences landscapes, texts recorded in black on white in the shadow of abetting immobilities. Again and again, relentlessly, she makes me see and reflect the image of texts that I hold sacred.
FEDERICA MATTA

                    Marie-Claude de Brunhoff 's box theaters open into worlds within worlds of fantasy, wit, danger, erotic suggestion, and metamorphic power. Her scenarios are realized in haunting plays of light and shadow, reflections, texture, hue, shape, and illusory perspectives. A true artist is at work here, a visual poet, a master of dreams, who reveals spaces in the inner life we powerfully recognize but had not known until now.
ROSANNA WARREN

                    The French word for "snapshots" is "instantanés" and these boxes capture magical instants with sharp focus and in an ideal light. If they are glimpses into the unconscious , it is not a Freudian one, with its murderous ambitions and family claustrophobia, but a Jungian unsconscious, one that leads us into the collective mythology of the human race and the hope of redemption and transcendence. This is not a reductive vision but an expanding one.
EDMUND WHITE