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.
Priestess of the Otherworld I dreamed I had discovered the entrance to the Otherworld and I was taking some people there. To go in there, you needed a small book (to take notes?) and a flute to ward off unwanted influences (mostly ourselves, since we are often our own worst enemies). There was something wrong with the ordinary plane, so
The Sublime I had many wonderful dreams lately. Two of them were BIG dreams as I was flying. The first dream became a poem: I dreamed I was flying over the dark ocean So low above the surface, I could almost touch it The heavy and turbulent water was like a terrifying beast, But even more unnerving were the unfathomable
A Bewitching Broomstick Tada! My first broomstick! About time! It was a delight working on the composition, preparing all the little parts (beads, wooden cut-outs, paper leaves, woven ribbons) and of course making the body itself. The making was magical (of course). Some people have different broomsticks for many different occasions, but I am limited by the lack of space,
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