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
There is the Beginning you can remember; and there is the Beginning that, if you remember it at all, is something half-glimpsed in the elusive and fading fragment of a dream. This is your long-ago Beginning, when you were a spirit, not yet incarnated. The Spiral of Life beckoned, and you were so eager to enter it, because your self-belief was so potent that nothing could undermine your resolve to truly live. You thirsted for adventures that would both challenge and fulfil, and you wanted to share them with your favourite companion: yourself. You had no doubt that your unconditional love for yourself would lead you true, would be a shield against all the mistaken presumptions about you. Vasilisa the Wise has been on such an adventure. And she would have lost her purpose if it had not been for this little doll, who helped restore her optimism and her faith in herself. Your relationship with yourself is the most important one you will ever have. You are your own little friend. Without this warm, kind companionship, Life becomes as grey and formless as a fog spun from shadows and regrets.
Baba Yaga the Witch loves equally the fearsome wolf and the timid rabbit. What she cannot abide is the impure of heart. Yes, she is an eccentric, flirtatious and very disreputable old lady, but she is also a very hard worker. Fierce and passionate, she sees the shining soul of every single thing, be it a bird, a broom, a snake, a cloud or a bone. She is the centre of an entire enchanted world. She is the wise and just keeper of the Water of Life and Death.
The Merry Ghost sees each of the townspeople, but no one sees him; or only a special, gifted few. Now he has nothing to lose. Gone is the bitterness, the injustice, the shortcomings, the anxieties. Certain souls might be sensitive enough to detect a transformation of the atmosphere in the places he happily haunts, traces of joy and merriment arising from his creative freedom, from acting as he was meant to act. But whether they do or not is unimportant to him. He does this for himself. Just as it is for himself that the happy little phantom sings, “Peace at last..”
This is the background of the new oracle card. You don’t see the ghost yet but tomorrow, you will see him. I thought a lot about Walter Moers’ books while painting it. A part of my Soul wanders continuously in Moers’ Zamonia.