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, 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.

My Latest Posts :

The Journey

I think no world fascinates me more than the underwater one. In  2009, I travelled for the first time to a tropical place and there, tried some snorkelling. Alas, it was on the last day and only for a short while. Since then, I’ve become addicted. There’s hardly a week where I don’t dream of coral reefs and turquoise waters.

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  This is my first digital painting. It was such an adventure, I didn’t know you could really “paint” with a graphic pen and Photoshop. I used to work with acrylics but got frustrated so often because in the process of painting, I happen to change my mind so often, I am very uncertain, I like experimenting and change my

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The Attic

I love doing exactly that, especially at wintertime, lying in my bed, watching the snow fall gently at my window, wandering from one lantern glow to the other, and perhaps grabbing a book, reading a bit and then coming back to the very special place I’ve built around myself, my winter den, my cocoon. This is bliss. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici

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Which Outfit

  Or alternatively “Witch Outfit”. I loved paper dolls as a child. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”] J’aimais beaucoup les poupées de papier étant enfant. [/peekaboo_content]

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The little bits of my paintings I love the most:

A Totally Random Post Popping Out Of Nowhere:

  • Air
    Air is emptiness and yet it can uproot trees. When the wind shapes clouds into phantasmagorical creatures, air becomes a storyteller. To let your imagination run wild, you need to let yourself go, become adrift, unanchored, free. Follow the extraordinary paths of air, its subtle movements, its atmospheric interweavings. Be its listener, for its language is the otherworldly language of Soul Save Save Save

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