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
If you shy away from the human world and its impossible demands for perfection, a fairy garden is a very good place to find shelter. Shrink your angle to just a tiny sanctuary among the moss and the lichen and stay there. As long as you want. As long as it is necessary. When you look up again, and be a “grown up”, you will realise you’re safe. It doesn’t always have to be the way we think it should be. We condition ourselves all the time to see problems bigger than they actually are. But… it doesn’t have to be THAT WAY. You are not your problems. In the end, only you decide what you want to be. It’s all up to you.
Lucy loves climbing on rocks. Sometimes on vertical rocks. She keeps trying and being very confident about it, my little rock climber.
Oh I love autumn after the rain! The colors are most vivid and I feel like I’m in a fairy tale. Maybe I am?
I think that in honor of so much beauty around us, we ought to live our lives like fairy tales. Otherwise, there’s a serious mismatch. Truly, that’s the least we can do!
There have been some fantastic northern lights lately, it was so amazing there was actually an article about it in the local newspaper. Thanks to a geomagnetic storm, the aurora was particularly intense, colorful and lasted a long time. So long my neck got stiff, I had to lie in the grass. The angle was interesting and somehow intimidating.
A few pictures taken from my garden:
I love this picture of Lucy, her fur is like silk, so beautiful. Isn’t she a little fairy dog? That was probably the last sunny day we got before a long time.
Here’s a cake:
It’s an apricot one. Delicious. And look who’s hoping for a bite! You will see her in the mirror.
The sun is now rolling along the edge of the hill just behind the house, and shines timidly through the trees into my room. Today, it hit a mirror whose brightness cast moving shadows on the wall, the perfect setting for story telling.
I went back to the same heights as two days ago, but this time the sun was shining. It was a totally different place.
And today we went on a walk along the fjord.
I did wonder what Lucy was barking at, when I saw it, four meters behind us. A very, very sweet Highland cow.