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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, my sweet Papillon girls, Lucy and Pixie and the spirit of my border collie, Loki. My creativity is a tribute to the eyes that blink in the heart of every smallest thing, the flowing dreams whose pulse tries to reach to us in our most meditative state.

Kundry Land, February 2013

Category Archives: Dreams

Priestess of the Otherworld and the Pied Piper

I dreamed I had discovered the entrance to the Otherworld and I was taking some people there. To go in there, you needed a small book (to take notes?) and a flute to ward off unwanted influences (mostly ourselves, since we are often our own worst enemies). There was something wrong with the ordinary plane, so few resources of any kind. It was bleak and unwelcoming. These people sought refuge. Exploring the Otherworld was so exciting, it was indeed full of resources and very welcoming. It was tailored to our needs.
I don’t remember the first trips there but I remember the last one. We had gathered in a derelict barn on a hill, we were waiting for all our other soul companions, but it turned out they were already by the entrance to the Otherworld, which was situated in a cave. We rushed there. I realised I had lost my tools—the book and flute—but I was surprised to find they couldn’t be lost, they always came back to the gate to the Otherworld, waiting for me. I picked up my flute and said it was mine, but then I saw there was this tortoise shaped ocarina and I gave it a try. There were 8 or 10 holes and the music was beautiful, so eerie. I am no musician, but with this flute, it all came naturally to me. This flute was made for my soul. So I chose it. The others had left already, so I followed a path. And encountered a wall. I went through it without a moment of hesitation and the sensation was peculiar, like going through some insanely thin paper that just crackled but didn’t break. On the other side, I discovered I was on the forested slope of a mountain and I could see the others ahead. I walked side by side with a nice little lady, everything was so lovely and peaceful. Beyond a hill, we faced a breathtakingly beautiful landscape. it was a coast of steep snowy mountains (just like Lofoten) and the path took us down along the shore where small playing waves licked our feet.
Later on, I was back on the ordinary plane and I was walking in a town, heading towards a new gate I had discovered. In the dream, there was something about me lately which compelled people in the streets to make fun of me. I encountered a group of them who nicknamed me the “priestess”. Like there was something funny and pejorative. I am no priestess, but maybe, in this dream, I was, because I took care of a community. But in the end, they were able to take care of themselves and that was a very good thing.
A week ago, I had a very similar dream. Except, I was no leader at any point, but I was with a leader . We ran up the stairs to the attic of a house where the gate to the Otherworld was. We were pursued, but it was fun and exciting. And the possibility of escaping to the Otherword was just… fantastic! We easily entered this Otherword and our pursuers could never find us.

 

 

Golden Strength

tiger

I dreamed I had a tiger (again). I was walking the girls when I found him by the shore. I said I was going to the holy mount of the sacred tigers and he joined us. This mount looked like a witch’s hat and was covered with exotic trees and was inhabited by tigers. Anyone could walk there. Seeing a tiger was worth the risk of being devoured, although this didn’t happen very often and when it did, it was in a peaceful manner. You were devoured by God’s Golden Beast. Anyway, once again, the tiger was my precious ally . My golden strength.

J’ai rêvé que j’avais un tigre (encore). J’étais en train de promener mes Toutounes lorsque je le trouvai au bord du rivage. Je lui dis que j’allais au mont divin des tigres sacrés et il se joignit à nous. Ce mont ressemblait à un chapeau de sorcière et était couvert d’arbres exotiques, et habité par des tigres. N’importe qui pouvait aller s’y promener. Voir un tigre valait le risque de se faire dévorer, pas que cela arrivait souvent, et lorsque cela arrivait, c’était d’une manière paisible. Vous étiez dévoré par la Bête Dorée de Dieu. Bref, une fois encore, le tigre était mon allié précieux. Ma force dorée.

A New Recipe

Apparently, you can live on yarn. I dreamed I was preparing food for my mother’s guests and I said to her I was afraid some yarns had fallen in the salad dressing (I’m really bad at cooking) but she replied that we could eat yarn, it was perfectly allright. I woke up as I was ordering more yarn online. I did wonder how long it would take before yarn found a way into my dreams…

Leap of Faith

car

Last night, I dreamed I was driving my car. There was an otherworldly twilight and the night was colorful. I drove towards a steep slope. People around couldn’t understand why I took the risk but nevertheless, I took the leap of faith and sped up along the slope. I was working some magic with all my might, and then the car took off, a bit timidly at first but soon I was flying. The car seemed exhilarated and I had a bit of trouble controlling it, until I just let go. I let the car drive itself and it took me to some wonderful places, filled with magic and enchantment. Everything was so vibrant and very similar to the kind of paintings I try to achieve.
La nuit dernière, j’ai rêvé que je conduisais ma voiture. Il y avait une sorte de crépuscule d’outre-monde et la nuit était colorée. Je conduisis vers une pente abrupte. Les gens autour ne pouvaient pas comprendre ce que je m’apprêtais à entreprendre mais néanmoins, je fis le saut de la foi et accélérai le long de la pente. J’étais en train de travailler la magie avec tous mes pouvoirs et la voiture prit son envol. un peu timidement d’abord, puis assez tôt, je volais. La voiture semblait surexcitée et débordante de joie, j’avais quelque mal à la contrôler, puis je décidai de laisser le contrôle à la voiture et elle m’emmena dans des endroits merveilleux, pleins de magie de d’enchantements. Tout était tellement vibrant et très similaire au genre de peintures vers lesquelles je tends.

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