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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

On the whale’s back

I dreamed my companion and I wanted to travel around the world in a sailing boat, just the two of us, no crew. I was looking perplexed at all the riggings and stuff, it all looked very complicated but I had no doubt we would eventually manage. As a kind of training, we entered into the water and there was a whale which invited us on her back. She took us for a ride amongst dolphins, other whales and big sharks (was not afraid), it was fabulous. Then a big wave came and the whale had to go under the surface. I was swept into a dry cave. It was a garden of sculptures, with altars here and there covered with crystals, some looked like mushrooms. A sacred place…

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Room of Requirement

I dreamed that I had invited a few friends in my… bedroom, which is tiny and is also my workshop. It’s a bit like living in a cupboard, the Narnia type and I mean it for real. The funny thing is that we even had room to dance. The room was like the room of requirements in Harry Potter, getting as big as the number of people required.

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Crossroad

I had a wonderful dream last night, I was aboard a ship and arrived to the Galapagos islands. God, the beauty of the place was so breathtaking. It was tropical but also extremely dramatic with all these jagged reefs amidst the white sand beaches and the milky turquoise waters. I decided to bathe and the water was warm with some cold undercurrents. The night had fallen and the full moon shone on this labyrinthic archipelago and I noticed something absolutely wondrous. Since in my dream, the Galapagos were very close to Antarctica, there was ice covering the rocks where it was in contact with the water. The ice took different colors as it reflected the moonlight. The place was at the crossroad of two different worlds, polar and tropical. Everything was saturated with magic. It’s one of the most enchanted places I ever visited in dreams.

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A true Goblin

My visions are the downward path that led me here
into this moment of darkness and awe
where all the stars have withdrawn underground
Deep in the recesses of jewelled caves
and arcades of fiery precious gems.
One eye opened, the other sealed
One hand opened, the other closed
One foot up, the other down
Tinkling, tingling like an empty vessel.
To the king of the Goblins only will I bow

He whose ring I kissed a lifetime ago by faltering candle light
Or was it fireflies?
He filled my soul with sparkling promises which I have yet to fulfill.
Ô to be a true goblin!
Wonder of misshapen beauty
Sworn to mayhem and mischief!
Pray that I don’t unleash the silencing malice
That burns in these amber eyes,
Weaving with spindly fingers webs of whimsical enchantments
For there is no stronger magic than Goblins’ spells
Pulsing through the thin and velvety darkness,
Waiting like the toad of ancient tales,
Waiting
Whispering
Waiting
Whispering
“There is a light…”.