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Yesterday I mentioned my hypersensitivity …

Hypersensitivity is little known in France (the term itself is under employee). Yet this word is understood by itself : hyper = more. Meaning feeling more strongly the senses, emotions (and also stress) than average. It’s a little like the princess and the pea in real life;)

My painting “in between” is talking about the emotions

Hypersensitivity. Wide subject … It was described by CG Jung (yep, him again in this blog…

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So I would say that today I really wanted to share on what has become a small problem in my life: the movies.

Yep. Movies.

I just take 30 minutes with the last film by Jean Jacques Annaud. Record broken.

I’ll never see the end.

However, since the pitch touches me (it talks about the totem wolf…) am I become old mature? Is what because I’m a Mom? Still, I now consider myself a hypersensitive and I can not watch any film. Exit those of injustice, author…

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Let’s talk about… … super power!

When I was a child, the super power I dreamed of was being able to communicate with animals.

Women and wolf

Of course, I could talk to the animals along with the incredible utility to treat them at best. But I could also approach the extraordinary wild animals such as foxes, wolves, deer and especially birds. Nozzles and Eagles in particular. My super power would have been to approach that man can’t…

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To surround yourself of beauty can make a difference in our lives. That’s what I told myself putting on the wall paintings made by my children.

I ask myself many questions right now (oh yes, you know this if you’ve read my previous articles) and especially on my artistic activity, or rather on the turn that I wish to take with my activity. I want to sell my paintings in order to continue painting. So I asked myself the questions : Why buy art?…

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The goddess archetype makes me thinking a lot this last time. It reminds me this wonderful pictures of Elena Kalis, who knew so well to unite pur feminity of the water and the body. And old article I’d like to share in english too.

This first picture is a good example of the amazing work of Elena Kalis (remember her name!) Yeah, today, we’re going to dive in a different world. Poetic. Magical.

I can’t help myself to share this other one too :

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Yesterday, I spoke of my dandruff lost and finally found! I love those moments where follow an idea, an instinct can achieve something unexpected. In this case, it was, while I was writing on my computer, a tenacious image in my mind (and which I had not called by my memory processes.) This image arises. It was this picture of me on my tractor, not necessarily flattering image for me, but it appeared. I then followed my instinct to want to publish it… and I came across this photo in a moving cardboard which I…

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Inevitably, it is always the last carboard moving…

Long ago I was looking for my film for my Diana (plastic Lomo cameras), but since the move: NOTHING. Unable to made my hands on it (and I had many boxes to unpack all of my painting studio, film that had been stored with care in one of these boxes!) This also reminds me that I would have send my old films to be developed (that sounds so strange with the era of the numeric, usually it’s me who does everything in Photoshop!) How was life before all this?

Wildlight

Is it because the name has Wild that I feel so carried away by this piece? Wildlight or wild light, the one we can tame that you can not bend, we can not fake. This light, I believe exists in all of us, weak or strong,…

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I decided to embark on the adventure of the challenge of writing 30 days. Standing EVERY day in front of the screen to write (not just a 2 little words on Facebook), but something meaningful, real, that make me think and share what I am at the bottom.

This is not the first time I speak of authenticity… yet, how to let radiate what is inside by staying in the right?

At the funeral of my adored grandmother last week, I listened carefully to the pastor (much more than in the past, having a little path on my spirituality) and I…

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Last week was a difficult time for me and my family. My beloved grandma, my grandma Sun, gentle, kind … Grandma was so much more than granny, since it was she who raised me, taught me to cook, knit, sew (and unfortunately also to hate the Abbot family in the fires of love, lol.) This woman I was putting on an equal ESTALE, left, carried by the decline caused by Alzheimer’s disease. Despite this damn disease that held her, we laugh, so laugh from the curse together. Together, but not enough … Fortunately, other than me, her daughters were…

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