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.
I dreamed I was at my parents place with my companion and we were watching on a computer a very interesting documentary on haunted places in Brittany. There was one particular place which we found interesting, it was a sort of asymmetrical house from the 19th century with a high glass roof, it looked like an atelier. We had rented
I dreamed I was standing alone on a vast tropical beach … with a surfing board. Although the sea was quiet and I had never tried surfing before, I went into the water with my board, swam on it a bit and then attempted to get into a kind of upright position. I crouched on it and started sailing. I
I dreamed that I was sleeping in the same room as a couple and I woke up to find them all flustered. Someone had taken photos of us during our sleep. There were quite a few of me, very artistic and mysterious. On one of them, I was sleeping with my tongue pulled out like a gargoyle. On another one,
Dreamed of goblins, I was facing the dark and out of it came some twig-like hands reaching for mine… Unfortunately I can’t remember much else, except it was nice and friendly. I dreamed that Johnny Depp had a huge crush on me. I thought “Oh my, this is surely going to attract lots of jealousy”. Especially since I didn’t care.
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