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Welcome to my Inner World.

I am a French self-taught artist, and these past twenty years I have made Norway my home. Moving to the Lofoten islands was the greatest present I ever made to myself and the Arctic landscapes are indeed a true treat for any artist’s eyes. I live with my British soulmate, my sweet Papillon girls, Lucy and Pixie and the spirit of my border collie, Loki. My creativity is a tribute to the eyes that blink in the heart of every smallest thing, the flowing dreams whose pulse tries to reach to us in our most meditative state.

Kundry Land, February 2013

Priestess of the Otherworld and the Pied Piper

I dreamed I had discovered the entrance to the Otherworld and I was taking some people there. To go in there, you needed a small book (to take notes?) and a flute to ward off unwanted influences (mostly ourselves, since we are often our own worst enemies). There was something wrong with the ordinary plane, so few resources of any kind. It was bleak and unwelcoming. These people sought refuge. Exploring the Otherworld was so exciting, it was indeed full of resources and very welcoming. It was tailored to our needs.
I don’t remember the first trips there but I remember the last one. We had gathered in a derelict barn on a hill, we were waiting for all our other soul companions, but it turned out they were already by the entrance to the Otherworld, which was situated in a cave. We rushed there. I realised I had lost my tools—the book and flute—but I was surprised to find they couldn’t be lost, they always came back to the gate to the Otherworld, waiting for me. I picked up my flute and said it was mine, but then I saw there was this tortoise shaped ocarina and I gave it a try. There were 8 or 10 holes and the music was beautiful, so eerie. I am no musician, but with this flute, it all came naturally to me. This flute was made for my soul. So I chose it. The others had left already, so I followed a path. And encountered a wall. I went through it without a moment of hesitation and the sensation was peculiar, like going through some insanely thin paper that just crackled but didn’t break. On the other side, I discovered I was on the forested slope of a mountain and I could see the others ahead. I walked side by side with a nice little lady, everything was so lovely and peaceful. Beyond a hill, we faced a breathtakingly beautiful landscape. it was a coast of steep snowy mountains (just like Lofoten) and the path took us down along the shore where small playing waves licked our feet.
Later on, I was back on the ordinary plane and I was walking in a town, heading towards a new gate I had discovered. In the dream, there was something about me lately which compelled people in the streets to make fun of me. I encountered a group of them who nicknamed me the “priestess”. Like there was something funny and pejorative. I am no priestess, but maybe, in this dream, I was, because I took care of a community. But in the end, they were able to take care of themselves and that was a very good thing.
A week ago, I had a very similar dream. Except, I was no leader at any point, but I was with a leader . We ran up the stairs to the attic of a house where the gate to the Otherworld was. We were pursued, but it was fun and exciting. And the possibility of escaping to the Otherword was just… fantastic! We easily entered this Otherword and our pursuers could never find us.

 

 

Mielikki

It’s 16 degrees but since there’s hardly any wind, it feels much hotter.

We sat this afternoon by a tarn where we saw birds landing and sipping water. I’m not sure they saw us, we stood still. Even mosquitoes left us alone.

This morning, we went into the woods, it was delightful. You can feel we’re getting close to the summer solstice, the vegetation has become extravagant . I had this song in my head while going through the woods, it’s called Mielikki and it’s by a Finnish band called Suden Aika. I love women’s choirs, they bring tears to my eyes, so much power and yet… so much grace. Mielikki is the Finnish goddess of the woods.

An a few photos from these past few days. As you can see, we’re in a pocket of nice weather (it won’t last).

A Teal and Warm Gold Feast for the Eye

Today, I finished assembling my latest woven fabric. It’s made of mostly spun yarns and it is really gorgeous. One of my best, truly.

When I wear it, it is very distracting, I can’t stop looking at all the details, it’s mesmerizing.

I haven’t gone back to digital painting yet, although I miss it a lot, there’s this deep craving in my soul. I’m considering acquiring a graphic tablet which works as a monitor, you can paint directly on the screen itself. It sounds really great. All my paintings are gone because of this ransomware virus and I need a new start. Meanwhile, I’ve worked a bit on Pixie’s portrait with my water soluble oil paints and I showed it to her today. She looked at it… and growled. Which is very flattering!

The walks today:

And a little video ( I love horsetails!):

Seljefløyter

Yesterday, I got a wonderful present form my Soulmate, two sallow flutes in different tunings. The longest one has a lower pitch, it can fit different kind of moods. The decorations are something I added (my own ceramic beads and hand-spun yarn). I’m very pleased, no doubt I will spend hours and hours just travelling to other worlds with them.

In the morning, I went to my favourite little beach and took some videos. But for the afternoon walk, the sun flared in front of my camera and all the footage is wasted. I saved only the bit with my darling girls. I should get a sun shield for the lens.

 

In the afternoon, the sun was high, the light was tricky:

My  beautiful and precious girls:

Digital Paintings