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
’TWAS fifty quatrains the woman from unknown lands sang on the floor of the house to Bran son of Febal, when the royal house was full of kings, who knew not whence the woman had come, since the ramparts were closed.
This is the beginning of the story. One day, in the neighbourhood of his stronghold, Bran went about alone, when he heard music behind him. As often as he looked back, ’twas still behind him the music was. At last he fell asleep at the music, such was its sweetness. When he awoke from his sleep, he saw close by him a branch of silver with white blossoms, nor was it easy to distinguish its bloom from that branch. Then Bran took the branch in his hand to his royal house. When the hosts were in the royal house, they saw a woman in strange raiment on the floor of the house. ’Twas then she sang the fifty quatrains to Bran, while the host heard her, and all beheld the woman.
I think no world fascinates me more than the underwater one. In 2009, I travelled for the first time to a tropical place and there, tried some snorkelling. Alas, it was on the last day and only for a short while. Since then, I’ve become addicted. There’s hardly a week where I don’t dream of coral reefs and turquoise waters.
I pictured here one of my most favorite gods, Enki, god of wisdom.
Je crois qu’aucun monde ne me fascine plus que le monde sous-marin. En 2009, j’ai voyagé pour la premiere fois sous les tropiques et là, nagé avec un tuba. Hélas, c’etait le dernier jour et seulement un court momen. Depuis, c’est devenu une obsession, il ne se passe pas une semaine sans que je rêve de massifs coralliens et d’eaux turquoise.
J’ai représenté ici un de mes dieux favoris, Enki, dieu de la sagesse.
This is my first digital painting. It was such an adventure, I didn’t know you could really “paint” with a graphic pen and Photoshop. I used to work with acrylics but got frustrated so often because in the process of painting, I happen to change my mind so often, I am very uncertain, I like experimenting and change my options at anytime without wasting too much time. Digital is perfect for me.
I like harsh goddesses, those who were not invited, like the bad fairy in Sleeping Beauty. No one should be left out. The natural world is perfect with its lambs and its wolves. There is no cruelty, except amongst humans. Ereshkigal represents for me the psyche and its potential, potential that Inanna or Ishtar uses on the surface, fulfilling them in the bright sunlight. So much rests on Inanna’s shoulders but without her sister in the Underworld, she would be nothing, she’d have no seed to plant, nothing to fulfill. She is a goddess and yet she’s only an agent, a servant of the soul. Ereshkigal is the image of the true soul, wild and terrible, not tamed by civilization. She contains everything and although she encourages our initiative and freedom of choice, she wants us to show ourselves worthy of all her potential, however challenging this might be.
I found the book Descent towards the Goddess (Ereshkigal) by Sylvia Brinton Perera very interesting, even if I don’t agree with all her interpretations, there are nevertheless some good ideas. According to Perera the descent must take place to retrieve the feminine oppressed by patriarchy. I find it a bit limited, but in a global sense if the libido (or life force… or pleasure!) withdraws from the surface it’s because it serves some things which aren’t valuable any longer, which force this “water of life” to take unnatural paths where it dries up. It’s in the original chaos that meaning regenerates itself. The complaints from Ereshkigal must be heard, it’s the meaning of depression for her complaints are smothered by the super ego which ostracises itself from natural spontaneity by raising dogmas. The old dogmatic king must die because he can’t channel any longer the raw energy, virginal and wild, guarantee of fertility. It calls into question everything you took as given, to start again from scratch. In one way, Ereshkigal is Inanna unmanifested, she reprensents a a réservoir of possibilities which Inanna chooses or not to incarnate. The responsability’s heavy for Inanna, she can take a false step, in which case Ereshkigal ‘s always waiting for her. Ereshkigal is a Shadow figure, Inanna’s Shadow, for the best and the worse. Black Shadow, White Shadow. And it is exactly the king’s function to re-establish the balance between the two, knowing that the Black Shadow can help us become aware of our lack and the White Shadow of our worth and qualities.
As a reminder, I put here Inanna’s myth for those who wouldn’t know her yet. This is the whole poem: Continue Reading
I love doing exactly that, especially at wintertime, lying in my bed, watching the snow fall gently at my window, wandering from one lantern glow to the other, and perhaps grabbing a book, reading a bit and then coming back to the very special place I’ve built around myself, my winter den, my cocoon. This is bliss.
J’adore faire ça exactement, particulièrement en hiver, couchée dans mon lit, contempler la neige tombant doucement à la fenêtre, laisser errer mon regard d’une chaleureuse lanterne à l’autre, et peut-être prendre un livre, lire un peu et puis revenir à cet endroit très spécial que j’ai construit tout autour de moi, ma tanière d’hiver, mon cocon. C’est l’extase.