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.
Dreamt I was welcoming Current 93 in my “domain” (my abode’s more modest than that). They were to give a concert. I was very intimidated by David Tibet who was truly daimonic. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link] [peekaboo_content name=”bar”] Rêvé que j’accueillais Current 93 dans mon “domaine” (qui est en réalité très modeste). Ils allaient donner un concert et j’étais
I keep receiving lots of presents in my dreams these days. The previous night, I was finding again lots of presents that I had apparently forgotten about and amongst them was the biggest and most beautiful wind chimes (along with lots of wonderful small things) I’ve ever seen. And last night, it was something that puzzled me at first, a
It’s been one of these very rare warm days on Lofoten, the kind of weather that allows you to wear a sun hat without looking ridiculous. This happens in average 15 days a year. So far we had 5 days like today this year. Hopefully, we’ll get the ten days we have due before snow comes. [peekaboo_link name=”bar”]Traduction ici [/peekaboo_link]
I dreamt last night that we had to flee from a zombie invasion. We were walking in a procession and our guides were telling us that the best way to avoid being bitten and killed by the zombies was to ignore them. To acknowledge their presence was to draw their attention to oneself. They were pretty hard to ignore as
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