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 :

Midsummer Night’s Dream

  My homage to the most magical night of the year, and to John Anster Fitzgerald, who’s my favorite faery painter. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”] Mon hommage à la nuit la plus magique de l’année et à John Anster Fitzgerald qui est mon peintre de féerie préféré. [/peekaboo_content]

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Mist

  Raven, one of my daemons. And again, in the background, the Soul boat or gypsy boat. Raven’s a trickster. He’s even trickier than Fox. He loves intrigues and is not too concerned about facts and truths. The end justifies the means, and overall, what you believe in is your only reality. So choose carefully… [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content

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Psyche

This is my third digital painting, I spent quite a while on it. It combines two different moods, moonlight, sunlight and, nested inside the trunk, my Blue Bird. I had great fun painting this, enhancing the lights step by step, following the paths over the bridge or past the Vila – a Slavic fairy – in the tree. Either way, you

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The Pond

  This is the sacred pond by the witch’s house. “They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods” ;-).  The house is alive with all sorts of beings partially hidden in the foliage. Magic is in the air, especially since it’s close to Samhain (Halloween). The witch’s not home, but she posted a sentry, a beautiful Gorgon’s face.

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The little bits of my paintings I love the most:

A Totally Random Post Popping Out Of Nowhere:

  • Why I favour quality over quantity
    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.

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