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
The Soul sails your boat through this life and into the Beyond with barely a sigh at the body’s passing. She is without fear, and has nothing to lose because She will never die. She is our most precious friend, although we are not always Hers. Her language is that of the deep, and we must listen closely to the Figurehead, who articulates the otherwise unfathomable, a guide to those who learn to listen. So ignore the Figurehead’s messages at your peril: lose your Soul, and you are left to drift, the speech of the sea and what lies beneath lost to you, the treasures of the deep diminished to an obscure and unreadable pattern of waves.
You found a little bubble of pristine joy that no needling sense of guilt or cynicism can prick. Give yourself over to it – audaciously, drunkenly, lovingly – with or without champagne. For we all need a sparkling gift of gold once in a while to wash away the gritty layers of our catastrophising and our melodramas.
Black Sheep takes his commitment to his flock very seriously. He tends to their well-being with a heavy heart – a heart that wouldn’t be so heavy, if theirs weren’t so light. (Or is it the opposite?) Be careful how you compensate for the unbalanced behaviour of others.