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

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where all the stars have withdrawn underground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…”.

Tan

I dreamed that I was bathing in a tropical place and when I came out of the water, I looked at myself and noticed I had a really dark (unnatural) sun tan all over my body, my skin was like leather. I thought “fuck! must have got the wrong cream, instead of a sun screen, got a tanning one!”. And then I realised I was wearing sun glasses (which I actually never do in real life). Dreams’ sense of humour…

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Crowned

I enter the sanctuary
And joyful splashes of bright light
Illuminate altars of leaves.
I am barefoot,
The waters trickle, trickle, trickle
And in my dizziness,
I hear fallen flowers on the ground
Whisper…
They call me Walking Tree
Tree tree tree…
WHO treads with a light foot
Amongst us, guardians of the Realm?
The trees open their ears,
Serpentine roots, intertwined
In the green light,
And with a swelling heart, slowly,
I open my palms to receive their wisdom.
In the ring, a tremor runs deep in the roots
As a single tear trembles
And sends all around sparkles of Magic.
With the mysterious smile that says all is well,
I am crowned.