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,… Continue Reading
My visions are the downward path that led me here
into this moment of darkness and awe
where all the stars have withdrawn underground
Deep in the recesses of jewelled caves
and arcades of fiery precious gems.
One eye opened, the other sealed
One hand opened, the other closed
One foot up, the other down
Tinkling, tingling like an empty vessel.
To the king of the Goblins only will I bow
I dreamed that I was bathing in a tropical place and when I came out of the water, I looked at myself and noticed I had a really dark (unnatural) sun tan all over my body, my skin was like leather. I thought “fuck! must have got the wrong cream, instead of a sun screen, got a tanning one!”. And then I realised I was wearing sun glasses (which I actually never do in real life). Dreams’ sense of humour…Traduction ici
I enter the sanctuary
And joyful splashes of bright light
Illuminate altars of leaves.
I am barefoot,
The waters trickle, trickle, trickle
And in my dizziness,
I hear fallen flowers on the ground
They call me Walking Tree
Tree tree tree…
WHO treads with a light foot
Amongst us, guardians of the Realm?
The trees open their ears,
Serpentine roots, intertwined
In the green light,
And with a swelling heart, slowly,
I open my palms to receive their wisdom.
In the ring, a tremor runs deep in the roots
As a single tear trembles
And sends all around sparkles of Magic.
With the mysterious smile that says all is well,
I am crowned.
Above the clouds,
I touch the sun
And golden fingers.
Below, a cocoon of clouds
With here and there a tear
Where in its dark intimacy suddenly
The breathing of that Great Being