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
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.
Leaves are falling fast. Too fast. Autumn is so ephemeral but still, it’s my favourite season. The sense of cosiness is for me at its maximum in this beautiful time of the year. The lights and the colours are intensely magical. And the earthly smells all around… I feel totally enthralled.
Time for some “Hygge” (Danish art of living, these people know about how to craft the ultimate cosiness) with weaving and pumpkin soup:
Last night, I dreamed I was driving my car. There was an otherworldly twilight and the night was colorful. I drove towards a steep slope. People around couldn’t understand why I took the risk but nevertheless, I took the leap of faith and sped up along the slope. I was working some magic with all my might, and then the car took off, a bit timidly at first but soon I was flying. The car seemed exhilarated and I had a bit of trouble controlling it, until I just let go. I let the car drive itself and it took me to some wonderful places, filled with magic and enchantment. Everything was so vibrant and very similar to the kind of paintings I try to achieve.
La nuit dernière, j’ai rêvé que je conduisais ma voiture. Il y avait une sorte de crépuscule d’outre-monde et la nuit était colorée. Je conduisis vers une pente abrupte. Les gens autour ne pouvaient pas comprendre ce que je m’apprêtais à entreprendre mais néanmoins, je fis le saut de la foi et accélérai le long de la pente. J’étais en train de travailler la magie avec tous mes pouvoirs et la voiture prit son envol. un peu timidement d’abord, puis assez tôt, je volais. La voiture semblait surexcitée et débordante de joie, j’avais quelque mal à la contrôler, puis je décidai de laisser le contrôle à la voiture et elle m’emmena dans des endroits merveilleux, pleins de magie de d’enchantements. Tout était tellement vibrant et très similaire au genre de peintures vers lesquelles je tends.