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, my sweet Papillon girls, Lucy and Pixie and the spirit of my border collie, Loki. My creativity is a tribute to the eyes that blink in the heart of every smallest thing, the flowing dreams whose pulse tries to reach to us in our most meditative state.

Kundry Land, February 2013

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Category Archives: Oracle

Donkey Skin

She was born a princess. When her mother died, her father vowed he would not marry again until he found a woman as beautiful as his wife had been. The king searched in vain until, finally, he turned his hunger upon his own daughter. But she would not be chosen. Clad in her grey donkey skin, she fled, becoming invisible to the world. In another kingdom, in her magical hut, she lived alone but content. She wove wonderful fabrics, sewed beautiful dresses. Looking from the outside, no one would ever have guessed that lowly Donkey Skin, a scullion in the the castle kitchens, was in fact a princess. And so it might have gone on, if a prince hadn’t chanced to look through her window and fall madly in love. The feeling was reciprocated (But not before three balls were given, and a cake was baked with a ring inside—who doesn’t love an intricate courtship?)

 

Donkey Skin is resourceful. Just like her beautiful dresses, her life is tailor-made. Her father’s problems are not her responsibility, and she chooses to walk away. Being able to leave a toxic situation or refuse the thoughts that torment is your most useful skill whenever the quality of your life is threatened. Until the contrary is proven, you have only the one life. And to weave a life that is beautiful and harmonious, it is very important to consider the kind of warp you set up. If your warp is full of bugs, worries, severed heads, hungry monsters and broken wings, the yarn on your shuttle will be desecrated. Weave your warp wisely, and if you find yourself in an unsolvable and toxic situation, withdraw under the grey cloak of Donkey Skin, a shelter for peaceful and uncomplicated thoughts. But keep your soft donkey ears alert to ensure that the right opportunity does not pass you by.

The Faerie Queen and the Raven King

There are countless points where elements in seeming opposition touch and, for a brief moment, are one, are both, are neither: the slow shift from night to day; the lull in the turning of the tide; the cocooned moments between sleep and waking. And, like these, the Faerie Queen and the Raven King are secret lovers. Although His power blossoms darkly in the winter and the woods, She does not fear the shadows of His Realm. Although She shines radiant and open, with a brightness that pierces His eyes, He does not try to dim Her Light. Lovesick, they cannot—and will not—resist the pull. But they cannot live for long in each other’s world. And they are wise enough to accept what forces them apart, for the beauty of the moments they are together.

The Castle of Melusine

The Castle of Melusine

In the Castle of Melusine, you are among friends. Melusine is the beneficent patroness of all those who love doing what they have set their hearts upon, in spite of being misunderstood, ignored or ostracised. It doesn’t matter that some frown upon the serpent’s tail she conceals when outside the Castle’s sheltering walls. It doesn’t matter if her children are misshapen or have more than two eyes. Melusine is generous in all that she does, and her heart brims with love for her children and her creations. She builds castles to provide a haven for all the creative souls who are neither supported nor encouraged in their quest. Melusine welcomes them all. In Melusine’s castle, ordinary time stands still to allow unfettered quality time with yourself, your loved ones and all the precious things you love doing, in harmony and tranquility.

Seaside Town

Will your heart allow you to enjoy to the fullest all the cosy delights of this seaside town? Or is your heart too burdened by defeat for a peaceful stroll along the shore? This is always the question: is this helpful? Is whatever you’re doing or thinking helping you get the best out of life? At the root of all fulfilment, there was help. Sometimes it was help from others, but always and most importantly, you helped your Self. You have the inner resources and necessary wisdom to be a source of help to your Self at all times. You only need to ask.

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