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.

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Flow of Dreams

Gentle flow of dreams pulsing through the fabric of life, where will you take me tonight? Give me a pillow where I can let all my worries sink as my soul takes flight, past the gate and across Wonderland, into the very deep intimacy of the Unknown, the secretive, all-knowing mystery…

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Bowie

I dreamt of David Bowie last night. I was amongst some female fans (I stopped being a fan some 20 years ago) at a concert and Bowie had a particular way of moving on stage, on some wheeled skis, to save his health. We followed him backstage along a road (sic) and entered with him a building. In a room, we

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Baby Whale

I dreamt I had a baby whale I had to bring back to the wilderness. I put it in a basket on my bicycle and rode a long way to a gate guarded by two men. They let me pass beyond. There, I travelled through forests and mangroves and reached the sea… haunting and wonderful dream. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link]

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The Wind

I dreamt that all human beings were fragments fallen from the Wind. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”] J’ai rêvé que tous les êtres humains étaient des fragments tombés du Vent. [/peekaboo_content]

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The little bits of my paintings I love the most:

A Totally Random Post Popping Out Of Nowhere:

  • The Traveller
    traveller1   Misty mountains bring to my imagination poetry, pilgrimage and a hot cup of tea. I have a very deep interest in Taoism. This is my favorite "spiritual" religion as opposed to paganism which has more to do with Soul than Spirit, in one word: animism. In the mist, I am lost. And found again.  Mist brings me serenity and detachment. Bliss... Wherever I am, the world comes after me. It offers me its busyness. It does not believe that I do not want it. Now I understand why the old poets of China went so far and high into the mountains, then crept into the pale mist. Mary Oliver [peekaboo_link name="bar"]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name="bar"] Les montagnes embrumées éveillent dans mon imagination la poésie, le pèlerinage et une tasse de thé fumante. J’éprouve un intérêt profond pour le Taoïsme. C'est ma religion "spirituelle" préférée, à l'opposé du paganisme qui a pour sujet davantage l'Âme que l'Esprit, en un mot: l'animisme. Dans la brume, je suis perdue. Et retrouvée. La brume m'apporte sérénité et détachement. Extase... Où que je sois, le monde me poursuit. Il m'offre ses préoccupations. Il ne peut croire Que je n'en veuille pas. Maintenant je comprends Pourquoi les vieux poetes de Chine sont allés si loin et si haut Dans les montagnes, et se sont immergés dans la brume pâle. [/peekaboo_content]  

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