Another shaman with a “Green Man” in the the foliage. I have a special connection to runes. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”] Une autre chamanesse avec un “Homme Vert” dans les feuillages. J’ai une connexion particulière avec les runes. [/peekaboo_content]

  I’m very fond of everything that has to do with gypsies. I often dream of “my people” and they’re invariably gypsies. I truly have no idea whether or not I have some gypsy ancestry, and actually I don’t think blood or genes matter, the most powerful link is the one that takes place in the soul. And in my soul, I’m a goddamn’ gypsy! I also love geese. I always feel moved when I see them flying back to the south of Europe, leaving the Arctic where they spent the summer, I always hope that all of them will make it. There is a wonderful book by Swedish author Selma Lagerlof,

  That was fun to make but also terribly long. I enjoyed personalising the months, it was a very interesting exercise to get a “feel” for each. When I see this painting now, I can’t help hearing what I was listening to continuously at the time of painting: The Twelve Months fairy tale: THERE was once a widow who had two daughters, Helen, her own child by her dead husband, and Marouckla, his daughter by his first wife. She loved Helen, but hated the poor orphan because she was far prettier than her own daughter.

  Misty mountains bring to my imagination poetry, pilgrimage and a hot cup of tea. I have a very deep interest in Taoism. This is my favorite “spiritual” religion as opposed to paganism which has more to do with Soul than Spirit, in one word: animism. In the mist, I am lost. And found again.  Mist brings me serenity and detachment. Bliss… Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist. Mary Oliver [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction

  Companion to the Moon God and his rat. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”] Companion du Dieu Lune et son rat. [/peekaboo_content]

  She’s a Chinese shaman. I love antlered gods such as Cernunnos, their connection to the animal kingdom, not to mention that antlers act as antennas, channeling energies and insights. This painting represents an ultimate moment of bliss, grace and awe. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”] Une chamanesse chinoise. J’adore les dieux à ramures tel Cernunnos, leur connexion avec le royaume animal, sans oublier que les ramures font office d’antennes, canalisant les énergies et intuitions. Cette peinture illustre un moment ultime de ravissement, grâce et émerveillement. [/peekaboo_content]  

  I’m not exactly sure how it works ;-). I just know it plays music. Quite wonderful music at that. But first you have to leave an offering in the tin cups. For the bird of course. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”] Je ne suis pas certaine de savoir comment ça marche exactement. Je sais juste que le Spirilium joue de la musique. Assez merveilleuse en plus. Mais d’abord il vous faut laisser une offrande dans les coupes d’étain. Pour l’oiseau bien sûr. [/peekaboo_content]

  A very enamored couple with their personal daemons (in Philip Pullman fashion). [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”] Un couple très amouraché avec leurs daemons personnels façon Philip Pullman. [/peekaboo_content]