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Welcome to my Inner World. I am a French self-taught artist, and these past seventeen 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

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Category Archives: Dreams, Meditation and Poetry

Ninja!

I dreamed that I was sleeping in the same room as a couple and I woke up to find them all flustered. Someone had taken photos of us during our sleep. There were quite a few of me, very artistic and mysterious. On one of them, I was sleeping with my tongue pulled out like a gargoyle. On another one, my eyes were wide open, which made me think that perhaps I had seen the photographer. Suddenly, I felt a weight shift at the end of the bed and I shouted He’s still here!He ran away but I could see in spite of the darkness he was a ninja, all dressed in black. I ran out and found in the corridor his camera bag, he was obviously a very disorganised ninja since he also let his name inside the bag. I came back inside and told the others that I had to ring the headmaster, this guy had to be expelled from Hogwarts (I changed my mind later on).

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Do Re Mi Fa Sol La Si Doooooo!

Dreamed of goblins, I was facing the dark and out of it came some twig-like hands reaching for mine… Unfortunately I can’t remember much else, except it was nice and friendly.

I dreamed that Johnny Depp had a huge crush on me. I thought “Oh my, this is surely going to attract lots of jealousy”. Especially since I didn’t care. He was nice enough, he was looking at me with undisguised tenderness as I was sketching, but frankly, no.

I dreamed I woke up in the dark and I could sense the dark was inhabited. I said I wanted to communicate. Silence. And then a little voice said “dooooooo”  which is the first note on the musical scale. I was so excited. I replied with the next note ( “réééééé”).

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Kundry

Dearest witch, soul sister of mine,
Thank you…
The light was fading
And what was I to do alone
With this impossible craving of the heart?
But you knelt there,
Gently placing your hands in mine.
They were heavy with rings
And I found their weight comforting.
A low fire started to hum in the hearth.
I didn’t look into your eyes, not yet…
Your sleeves of velvet and lace
Filled the parlor with the smells of moss and frost.
I know how fast you came across the moorland
And I am so grateful for the coolness of your hands.
You see right through me
And simply, kicking the skeletons away,
Open the treasure chest.

Green Man

I dreamt of Green Man. I wanted to organize a party and needed some French beans, so I went to see him and he was very intense and powerful, quite attractive too. We waltzed around and beans started to grow from his head, like beautiful green hair. He gave them to me and I managed to convince him to come to my party. Back home, I had so much trouble preparing enough food for everybody, the supplies had to be endless, the preparation time too. There was so little fun in it, it was so factory like that I wondered if these few guests were worth all the trouble. I decided to keep the human scale and have a simple and sober buffet instead. Nothing too ambitious.

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