Entering the studio of artist Louis Boudreault, one is struck by the luminous space, with portraits leaning against every wall, expressive eyes everywhere. They are the eyes of a child: literally. Each one of the artist’s portraits has as its source an image of the subject as a young person. ‘‘I go to libraries and I search the Internet,’’ Boudreault explains as, child-like, he shows his work with pure delight. From Winston Churchill to Charlie Chaplin, from Alexander Calder to Jackson Pollock, and from Pavarotti to Glenn Gould, the faces are those of wide-eyed children. ‘‘Eyes never grow,’’ he continues. ‘‘So the eyes of a child are the same size when they are grown-up.’’ With a sense of complicité, the artist re-interprets these early images, bringing them back to the present.