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 love foxes, I love the East, China and Japan. And boats. I think it’s the painting I had on my desktop the longest because it is SO cosy! But at the same time with an invitation to possible adventure, represented here by the bridge disappearing into the forest on the right and the stairs on the left. Women, everywhere, are known to have a special relationship with foxes. In Japan and also China, some foxes are shapeshifters, they appear as beautiful bewitching women. It is also known in Germanic folklore that witches can take the form of a fox. The fox is considered a very cunning animal all over the world, and in many countries he is a Trickster figure. Every woman who was wronged by being raised in a dominantly patriarchal society can hear the call of the Trickster. He is shadowy, mysterious, playful and sensual. Tricksters love women. I had a strange dream when I was a child, I “woke up” to see a fox at the foot of my bed, he was talking to me and was so funny because he had trouble pronouncing words, which made him look like a lunatic. He also danced for me, it was entrancing and beautiful. I consider the fox as one of my most potent guardians, along with the mouse and the tiger. It’s no wonder that I ended up choosing as a four legged companion one of the foxiest of all the dogs, the border collie. This painting is an homage to one of the most dedicated servants of the Soul.
As the Piper turned from the High Street
To where the Weser rolled its waters
Right in the way of their sons and daughters!
However he turned from South to West,
And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed,
And after him the children pressed;
Great was the joy in every breast.
“He never can cross that mighty top!
He’s forced to let the piping drop,
And we shall see our children stop!”
I went through a long period when I dreamed of Manson quite regularly, he was like a guardian angel (which I know must sound funny), a brother, a witch king.
Kinderfelt means children’s cemetery by the way. Brr…
It is not the Pied Piper who kills the children, it’s this soulless codified world that slowly kills the child by controlling him in every way. Disenchanted adults are a deadly poison to children and, as an author I like very much – Ursula LeGuin – said : “The creative adult is the child who has survived”.
I had fun doing the “costume”. The lantern is filled with the phosphorescence of the sea.Traduction ici
For someone who’s very fond of Nature and vast expenses of wilderness, I do paint towns quite often. Though I don’t miss Paris, which I left in 1998. I love 19th century towns, especially when covered with snow, and with all these glowing warm lights in the windows it gives you this unique salmon light.Traduction ici