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
The treasures of Life took refuge under the ice, awaiting the soft rays of the sun. When surrounded by harshness and indifference, be the shielding ice, that reflects, protects and cannot be gripped. Bloom like a frost flower beneath the roof of ice, letting in light while freezing out unwanted influences.
A devouring beast which can be the most heartwarming ally if you dance with it and don’t try to smother it for the sake of others. Balance is the key, the right kind of fire will take care of your life force without endangering it. Let the Sacred Fire consume all that is worthless and thank this beautiful glowing beast for its gifts of exuberance and pure joy.
If you go deep, deep enough, you’ll find your true self, the sparkle that irradiates infinite, unconditional well-being. This is the Inner Sun, the soft warm light that makes fecund the intimate darkness that surrounds it, a tomb and a womb to nurture growth. You need to find the right soil for your Inner Garden, for not all soils are equal.
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