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
I’m very fond of everything that has to do with gypsies. I often dream of “my people” and they’re invariably gypsies. I truly have no idea whether or not I have some gypsy ancestry, and actually I don’t think blood or genes matter, the most powerful link is the one that takes place in the soul. And in my soul, I’m a goddamn’ gypsy!
I also love geese. I always feel moved when I see them flying back to the south of Europe, leaving the Arctic where they spent the summer, I always hope that all of them will make it. There is a wonderful book by Swedish author Selma Lagerlof, “The Wonderful Journey of Nils Holgersson” which follows the flocks of wild geese in their migration. It’s one of the most wonderful books with talking animals (I love the genre).
The Vouivre is one of my favorite nature spirits. She inspired the figure of the French Melusina, who is a crafty builder and protector of homes. I can completely relate to her because she partakes of several realms, water and earth (with her tail) and air (with the wings).Traduction ici
That was fun to make but also terribly long. I enjoyed personalising the months, it was a very interesting exercise to get a “feel” for each. When I see this painting now, I can’t help hearing what I was listening to continuously at the time of painting:
The Twelve Months fairy tale:
THERE was once a widow who had two daughters, Helen, her own child by her dead husband, and Marouckla, his daughter by his first wife. She loved Helen, but hated the poor orphan because she was far prettier than her own daughter.
Misty mountains bring to my imagination poetry, pilgrimage and a hot cup of tea. I have a very deep interest in Taoism. This is my favorite “spiritual” religion as opposed to paganism which has more to do with Soul than Spirit, in one word: animism. In the mist, I am lost. And found again. Mist brings me serenity and detachment. Bliss…
Wherever I am, the world comes after me.
It offers me its busyness. It does not believe
that I do not want it. Now I understand
why the old poets of China went so far and high
into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist.
Mary OliverTraduction ici
Companion to the Moon God and his rat.Traduction ici