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 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
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]
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]
I dreamt of Barbossa :-). I was part of his crew and we were running towards a new knight, Galahad, Graal bearer but truly more of a christian sun-god. It’s not certain we wanted to slain him, perhaps just enroll him. However I could see Barbossa’s death in slow motion. He died from a heart attack, with such a dignity.
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