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
I have a confession to make. I just can’t let people who don’t like my art remain in my circle. I can’t. Because I feel deep inside that if they don’t like it, then they don’t really like me. I had a discussion about it with a dear friend, who is also an artist and whose wonderful work I admire. We both felt it was perhaps wrong, but we can’t help it. I don’t expect my friends to become fans of my work, or promote any post on this blog. But I expect something supportive, appreciative. My art is not a passion for bowling on a Saturday evening, my art is my life, my soul, and my personal relationship to what’s beyond. I totally believe in what I do. Therefore, I’m curious about what my friends devote their lives to and, even if it might not be my cup of tea, I always make a point of encouraging them in their own direction, simply because it makes them happy. They’re fulfilling a dream, expressing what’s deep inside themselves. So… if you cross my path for a long period of time and manage the feat of never acknowledging the fact that 70% of my time is devoted to my art, then you’re missing a huge chunk of what makes me ME. Unless, of course, you are not interested in me, you only want an audience of supportive people. Who doesn’t? You will get my support, good luck on your own path, I only wish you the most satisfying accomplishments, although our potential friendship won’t be one of them. Life’s definitely too short to bother with people… who don’t bother. I suspect jealousy is one important factor in the collective shunning of one person. Rivalry, competition… these words that make the world a cold, cold place. A place full of “ugly stepsisters and mean mothers-in-law” whose sly denial of other people’s qualities is meant to undermine on an unconscious level. Although the shunning is not always unconscious.
If you’re surrounded by persons who don’t bother with being good friends, then don’t bother. At all. Because if you keep on bothering, you’re sending two signals. First, it’s ok to lower my expectations and be content with just pretending I’m no one special. Second, it’s ok to treat me like that. Oscar Wilde said: “Never love anyone who treats you like you’re ordinary.”. If there’s one special thing that is the core of your life but nevertheless keeps being swept under the carpet for convenience’s sake, then it can only lead to further disappointment. Do a favour to yourself and get rid of these people.
It’s been raining a lot and the shore of the lake is flooded, there are now some beautiful moss gardens underwater. Lucy kind of misjudged the depth of the water, I think. That, or she slid on the moss and fell right into the water. I was ready to get soaked and rescue her in a very tense moment, but she managed by herself, she had water to her shoulders. Lucy after her forced bath:
She smelled of a haiku poem after that, autumn leaves, fresh water and moss. This green goes well with her complexion, don’t you think?
Today, a dream popped up, I don’t know when it will be fulfilled, in one, two, three, four, five years, it doesn’t matter. I know it will happen. With a dear friend of mine, I will travel to Japan and visit traditional craftspeople, shrines, zen gardens, ancient forests and drink tea among other things. I can feel the dream radiate strongly, I can almost touch it. We just need to gather the funds and I, to get my driving license. I’m sure the dream will help us in its subtle ways…
Meanwhile, here’s a cake:
Not any kind, though. This is a delicious apple cake with cardamon and cinnamon. It’s so light it takes a mastery of self-control not to eat it in one go.
I reprinted the Celebration diorama, I’m in a totally Halloween mood. I used semi-gloss paper this time. I don’t think I’m going to use matte paper again, ever. It disagrees strongly with my palette. It took me three days to cut out all the figures because I had to take long breaks in between, cutting photo paper with a cutter is so painful for my fingers, I had to press like mad. The ideal would be a cutting machine. But since I hardly sell anything, why on Earth would I invest in such an expensive tool? For my own pleasure, I suppose. Oh yes, I like that. I will buy one. After the Rigid Heddle Weaving Loom (all capitalised – see how much I fancy it?) which is at the top of my wish list.
I don’t think I’m going to put this diorama in my Etsy store. Considering the time I spent on it, it’d be far too expensive. I’ll keep it. I’ll make some more when I’ll have a cutting machine.