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

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Category Archives: Dreams, Meditation and Poetry

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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Presents

I keep receiving lots of presents in my dreams these days. The previous night, I was finding again lots of presents that I had apparently forgotten about and amongst them was the biggest and most beautiful wind chimes (along with lots of wonderful small things) I’ve ever seen. And last night, it was something that puzzled me at first, a big music player of some sort. It looked like an ordinary hifi, but the woman who gave it to me explained with a little enigmatic smile that I could sing along and my voice would be incorporated. I asked if it was some kind of karaoke and she said, mysteriously, “better than that”. She looked like a good fairy…

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Zombie Invasion

I dreamt last night that we had to flee from a zombie invasion. We were walking in a procession and our guides were telling us that the best way to avoid being bitten and killed by the zombies was to ignore them. To acknowledge their presence was to draw their attention to oneself. They were pretty hard to ignore as some in our procession started panicking and got bitten, but in the dream, this tactic made perfectly sense. I love these useful tips from my dreams.

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