
Only Trolls and Witches Live Here
Autumn never lasts long enough. I am thrilled by all these beautiful colours. I went for a walk on the “Wuthering Heights”, the wind was warm and the girls and I really enjoy it. Only trolls and witches live there.
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.
Autumn never lasts long enough. I am thrilled by all these beautiful colours. I went for a walk on the “Wuthering Heights”, the wind was warm and the girls and I really enjoy it. Only trolls and witches live there.
After nearly two weeks of very bad weather, the sun is back and autumn is displaying its numerous enchantments. This is delightful. The perfect season to read again the Spook’s Apprentice series. The girls got new coats: And I finished spinning the violet yarn for a new sweater: I discovered a new passion for encyclopedias. I particularly enjoy the DK
Very strong gusts on Lofoten. A perfect day to receive a few encyclopedias. They are my new passion. Today, after having made myself a nice cup of tea accompanied by a little bowl of cooked apples topped with chocolate rum ice cream, I opened the first of the pile, a history of magic and witchcraft. It doesn’t get better than
Autumn is here and everywhere is a delight for the eyes. This is my favourite moment in the year.
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