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
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.
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…
The perfect weather to stay indoors and paint in a perfectly “Hygge” fashion. Religiously. With my favourite Japanese green tea, some praline chocolate and my sweet girls.
Look how they Hygge in each other’s company.
Who needs any kind of dry and dictatorial spirituality when you can have Hygge to your heart’s content? Hygge is within everyone’s reach, it needs so little. I believe we were born to cultivate Hygge as much as we can. This is Nature’s wish and although living conditions might be harsh, it’s any creature’s right to Hygge deep, deep inside. In the heart of every cold and hard rock beaten by winds and rain, there is a little warm light glowing softly. This is why in the Otherworld, there is no need for the sun or the moon, everything glows with Hygge. Simply put, Hygge is contentment … in spite of all the things which refuse to go according to our plans. This is the ultimate freedom. No dogma, no expectations, just the enjoyment of a perfect moment in an imperfect life. Hygge is not indulgence, it’s our natural state. So, Hygge as much as you can, as long as you can, without any guilt, any interference.
Starting a new diorama project on a theme which is very, very dear to me: The snowy town. This is the town of Hygge. I realise now everything I paint has always been about Hygge but I didn’t know there was a word for it.