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
Packing some felting supplies for my stay in France. This time, I’ve been very reasonable, it takes only half of my suitcase. It’s like carrying my little magic everywhere, compact in these little bags, ready to be deployed into the making of some sweet creatures.
Happy Halloween to all my lovely readers! May this night bring magic and wonder. And perhaps a little fright, a delightful shiver of fear that sends you into fits of giggling, like only children know. Remember the loved ones, but also the spirit friends in the Otherworld. They are many. They think of you too and wish you could hear all the profound messages they’re trying to give you. But maybe you can hear them. Can you understand the language of Soul? If not, tonight is THE night.
It is not quite Halloween here, the atmosphere has passed, I’m afraid, since this morning, there was snow. Lucy was ecstatic. She’s totally mad about snow. And if she could talk, she’d say “totally”. Or even “totes”. She’s a teenager now. Her first heat has just finished. To think she has to go through this twice a year… poor one. And this lasts close to one month each time.
I dyed some silk yesterday. First time I dye silk and I’m quite pleased with the results. It’s beautiful. I’ll use most of it for my felted figurines’ hair.
The surface of the water in the fjord a few days ago, looked like silk:
It’s the right weather for snuggling inside with a dog and a mug of hot chocolate, listening to some classical music. I love classical music, especially when it features a piano that sounds like falling rain. Classical music is pure magic for me. If I feel annoyed or irritated, I just have to play it and I’m instantaneously thrown into another world, a world of fairy tales, adventures or poetic contemplation. I’m totally swept off my feet. I become inhabited by something bigger than me. Classical music has the power to waken up my soul like no other music. Rain music, grotesque shenanigans, refined savagery, hokus pokus, or noble impetus, the music conjures up so many images, scenes and characters that it’s overwhelming. Who knew we had this very defined world in us?
Here is a bit of the music I listen to at the moment: