Welcome to my Inner World. I am a French self-taught artist, and these past seventeen 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 Digital Art
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- A Cozy Evening
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- A Magical Friendship
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- Dorothea the Witch
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- The Sweetest Melody
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- The Sweetest Melody
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- The Sweetest Melody
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- Dahud and the Morgan
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- Dahud and the Morgan
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- Dahud and the Morgan
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- The Garden of Delights
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- The Garden of Delights
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- The Garden of Delights
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- Trickster
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- Tree of Life
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- Celebration
Author Archives: Kundry
Air
Air is emptiness and yet it can uproot trees. When the wind shapes clouds into phantasmagorical creatures, air becomes a storyteller. To let your imagination run wild, you need to let yourself go, become adrift, unanchored, free. Follow the extraordinary paths of air, its subtle movements, its atmospheric interweavings. Be its listener, for its language is the otherworldly language of Soul
Oracle
I’ve been working for some time on an oracle and so far, I finished 22 cards and decided it was enough to put it online. I intend to work on some more cards which I will add progressively to the online oracle. Perhaps, there’ ll be 64 cards. Or 500! I don’t know yet, it’ll be a surprise. This is not something I mean to print because it’s primarily for my own use. I find drawing cards online more attractive simply because… I just don’t have the necessary space at home to spread 60 cards. Yes… it’s that bad ;-). Now, I just have to find the right randomizing plugin… and of course, write my own interpretation of each card. My oracle is not meant to tell people anything about their future, the message is set in the now (which naturally can have repercussion on your future), it’s mostly introspective and meditative.
Here is the first card:
Air is emptiness and yet it can uproot trees. When the wind shapes clouds into phantasmagorical creatures, air becomes a storyteller. To let your imagination run wild, you need to let yourself go, become adrift, unanchored, free. Follow the extraordinary paths of air, its subtle movements, its atmospheric interweavings. Be its listener, for its language is the otherworldly language of Soul.
A Scarf
Finished a scarf for my Mum. I used only alpaca and wool with a hint of silk and mohair here and there, and metallic threads to add some sparkles. It is definitely very warm and soft. The photos are terrible as usual but no more daylight, we have now entered the Polar Night.
My Yule Tree
I’ve finished decorating my first big Christmas Tree and used the ornaments… I meant to sell, oops! I realise that I can’t make duplicates of things, everything has to be one of a kind and that’s not very commercial. On top of that, let’s face it, the chance to sell anything remotely artistic these days is doomed to failure unless you’re the very, very persistent kind and I’m not. I have other preoccupations and fun in art is my one and only aim. Very, very few people pay for art. I also can’t compete with the Chinese market. So that’s my long story just to say I’m giving up entirely. My art is now free from any worry and it is just so… as it should be!
So I hope you too have an area in your life where you can say “fuck it” and just do things for yourself. Money and recognition cannot compensate for the pleasure you would sacrifice to get them.
Here is a Yule Tree to dream by. It contains a whole magical world.