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.
Imagination is a wild beast. It is also a Wise Beast. It is not in the mind, it’s in the Soul. It is not like the mind, it is magical. Play Video I received my DK book about knitting, the single book I will have on the topic since I’m not planning to do any of what is shown here,
Spring is here at last!The moss photos are from three days ago. Today, we went to Flakstad island. We were away for three hours since it’s not close by. It was wonderful. Play Video After having spent my two days off sewing patterns for a top… 6 times, I’m giving up sewing hand woven clothes, unless it’s for a scarf,
My Hounds of Love… Play Video The bisque firing I had planned months ago but couldn’t do because to carry intricate ceramic items down to the cellar when there’s still so much snow is asking for trouble. Now, I have to decide which glazes… So excited! Play Video I had so much fun with my Polychromos pencils! I first used
Now… I’ve been thinking about the handmade book I wanted to make, drafting ideas for hours and I finally had my Eureka moment. I’m not going to make a handmade book, not enough space on my altar and the format is just too small, it would be too frustrating. Dioramas too would be just too big to fit in these
Morozko, or Father Frost, is the Spirit of Winter. In the dark period he makes everything sparkle with frost and snow flakes. He is glamouring beauty. And the colder it is, the more sparkling. That's the faerie of wintertime. Everything has a bright side. Later on, Saint Nicolas took over, the Russian patron saint of children... and prostitutes. And then Father Christmas. But the true and only one is Morozko. He's not nice to all, it's conditional. As it should be.
Morozko Fairy Tale:
Once there lived an old widower and his daughter. In due time, the man remarried to an older woman who had a daughter herself from a previous marriage. The woman doted on her own daughter, praising her at every opportunity, but she despised her stepdaughter
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