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

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The Pied Piper

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As the Piper turned from the High Street
To where the Weser rolled its waters
Right in the way of their sons and daughters!
However he turned from South to West,
And to Koppelberg Hill his steps addressed,
And after him the children pressed;
Great was the joy in every breast.
“He never can cross that mighty top!
He’s forced to let the piping drop,
And we shall see our children stop!”

When, lo, as they reached the mountain’s side,
A wondrous portal opened wide,
As if a cavern was suddenly hollowed;
And the Piper advanced and the children followed,
And when all were in to the very last,
The door in the mountain-side shut fast.
Did I say, all? No! One was lame,
And could not dance the whole way;
And in after years, if you would blame
His sadness, he was used to say,-
“It’s dull in our town since my playmates left!
I can’t forget that I’m bereft
Of all the pleasant sights they see,
Which the Piper also promised me;
For he led us, he said, to a joyous land,
Joining the town and just at hand,
Where waters gushed and fruit-trees grew,
And flowers put forth a fairer hue,
And everything was strange and new;
The sparrows were brighter than peacocks here,
And their dogs outran our fallow deer,
And honey-bees has lost their stings,
And horses were born with eagles’ wings;
And just as I became assured
My lame foot would be speedily cured,
The music stopped and I stood still,
And found myself outside the Hill,
Left alone against my will,
To go now limping as before,
And never hear of that country more!”
The Pied Piper of Hamelin – Robert Browning
I think he came for me. I don’t remember the dream exactly, but I think I followed him inside the mountain. The piper has a sinister reputation, but sometimes I like sinister.  When I discovered Marilyn Manson, the image of the Pied Piper sprang to mind, and I was thrilled to see him play the pipe on stage in Kinderfelt:

I went through a long period when I dreamed of Manson quite regularly, he was like a guardian angel (which I know must sound funny), a brother, a witch king.

Kinderfelt means children’s cemetery by the way. Brr…

It is not the Pied Piper who kills the children, it’s this soulless codified world that slowly kills the child by controlling him in every way. Disenchanted adults are a deadly poison to children and, as an author I like very much –  Ursula LeGuin – said : “The creative adult is the child who has survived”.

 

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Sea Goblin

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I had fun doing the “costume”. The lantern is filled with the phosphorescence of the sea.

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The River

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For someone who’s very fond of Nature and vast expenses of wilderness, I do paint towns quite often. Though I don’t miss Paris, which I left in 1998. I love 19th century towns, especially when covered with snow, and with all these glowing warm lights in the windows it gives you this unique salmon light.

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The Otter

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Beauty and the Beast is my favorite fairy tale. I ‘ve often dreamed of animals transforming into “fiances” or young men. This is a reminder for me that we must trust our instincts. I love otters, the few times I saw some on the shore here were so magical. I also saw some on parking lots! But most often, at wintertime, I see the tracks they leave on the snow. They actually play on the snow slides they make into the water. This hand to hand gesture reminds me of some games we used to play as children.

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