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

Category Archives: Dreams, Meditation and Poetry

Hygge Life

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:

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Leap of Faith


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.