Hi,
In 2006 I told you the whole story, about my creative beginnings, an episode that I call the training of the muse.
Whether painting, photography or drawings, I don’t know the rules, the techniques, perspectives or influences. For me, that’s not what’s important. I paint like a child, my style is that of a clairvoyant and healer, I flirt with my soul.
My job is to paint lucky charms, playing cards, that’s what I love, I fill them with secret magic.
My source of inspiration: nature, energy, feeling, electronic music. I succumb to this magical sound that has the power to fill the awakening of my creativity with pleasure.
When it comes to photography, I don’t agonise over it. I photograph my dreams, I play with light, shadows and reflections in a phantasmagorical world.
To discover the journey of the muse’s mind through the cosmos all the way to the depths of the abyss: “click”.
The fantasmic dimension oracle is now sealed. It began one full-moon night in October 2006, the day the seas nourish the earth, a day which really exists in nature.
It ended at full moon in the middle of spring 2007.
35 paintings which tell the story of the school of witchcraft and the pirates’ class.
These creations are made with sprays; I was witness to other horizons at night in the rain at sub-zero temperatures.
Three copies of the oracle will be created (private). Only a handful of the paintings will be published online. “Click” to discover the beginning of the journey and the arrival of a witch perched on a rainbow.
The muse closely guards the name of a fifth oracle created in a lunar month, finished on Friday 13th July 2007 with the new moon. The signs and messages are favourable, a bonus throughout the creations, Venus, the fairy planet, was one of my birth signs, it’s a good omen.
A set of cards that will share its name with my first exhibition, to lead you into the enigmatic and mysterious world of a clairvoyant and healer.
Clairvoyance
My profession is answerable to other rules, requires being aware of responsibilities, being able to adapt and knowledge of the art of communication.
Quality and care taken in each appointment are also a sound investment to do well in the divinatory arts.
I experience my own passion like a captivating, fascinating spell.
It’s too early to tell you about my work as a healer, it still needs a bit more time.
Subjects
My gifts:
Genetic and cultural heritage, I am told that I am guided by an invisible hand:
No comment.
My beliefs
I do not believe in the gods of men, or in their evilness. My religious trinkets tell me to believe in myself, and that is my own personal logic.
Literature
I thought that Socrates was a mythical character from ancient legends. The stories tell of a shaman, a wizard, a healer.
Memory:
I had a drink in the Vatican, on a beautiful summer’s afternoon, the pressure was mounting, full of surprises.
Experience:
I did the grocery shopping in a Rolls-Royce, ate caviar by the ladleful, walked bare foot in the snow. An unusual journey.
A wealth of experience, raw materials which have enabled me to acquire pearls of wisdom. I worked hard over time to understand the alchemy of a philosophy, that of life being the source of knowledge.
Imagination:
Watch out! New gurus are on the horizon, predators, vampires of the worst kind that will feast on the ignorance of all these lost souls seeking new ideals.
Two asteroids collide, heavyweights, the power of impact, a boom that explodes the walls of intergalactic sound. The earth is restless, shaken by electric pulses, tremors that create an electroboom. Consequences, overload; the bug that no-one was expecting.
Appearance of viruses, mutants: hardened, insatiable killers invisible to the naked eye.
Philosophy:
In life, don’t be too sweet or you’ll be swallowed up, nor too bitter or you’ll be spat out. My mother used to say, in life, my daughter, it’s the thirsty who go to the fountain.
Society
It’s all going down the pan. Too many people with souls of scum.
Society has ground to a halt through boredom, sadness, despair.
Genocide:
Monumental extermination of the human race on other continents, another scourge of civilisations: slavery.
Chaos
Men or women swimming against the tide, who drown in troubled waters, sucked up by a whirlpool they suffocate from their doubts, fear and ignorance. In the eye of their spiral, the black hole of the intolerance of shooting up on crap, of drugging up the mind, which reduces, restricts people’s way of thinking, where all that’s left is navel-gazing, making them selfish, jealous, covetous, mean, etc.
Intolerance reduces people’s abilities (such a shame).
The planet:
What a bleak picture. Humans will go the all the way in their quest for power. Not a single plot of land shall be spared in extracting all the treasures that contribute to their balance, to our balance.
Earth will have to present us with a bill in the end, and we’ll be taken to the cleaners with some crushing blows. It will impose its own rules to ensure its survival, and put humans back in their place, as if to say, “I’m the boss here, so you choose: do or die”.
A personal message to save the planet: understand love over and above humankind’s definition.
Youth
New movement that society has raised for attack-mode, young people are no longer prepared to submit, no longer believe in all this nonsense, these aberrations that don’t hold up. Bias which is no longer of its time. A generation that must set down roots in order to get its own bearings.
Generation rhymes with revolution???
Crazy idea:
On my planet, witches don’t ride on broomsticks, they gallop through the universe of sounds on electromagnetic waves which sway to the beat of vibrations and give off light, reflecting a mathematical cosmic balance, offering the vision of a rainbow in this other sound dimension.
My imagination leaps light years, yearning for fantasy and freedom.
Sport:
I learned to shoot with a rifle and a handgun. I used to go to old, abandoned quarries to train. Nowadays I still train but with a different weapon: magnetic waves, which are as precise as a laser beam, and can reach beyond the horizon, it’s more exciting.
Break time - Casting spells
Check it out, a vampire has nicked magic potion formulas explaining how to be Number One, the best lay.
But he forgot to pick up the instructions giving warnings and explaining the side effects.
The skin on his manhood’s gonna turn into leather; he can use it to roll a massive joint. Ha Ha Ha
His mug’s been taken out with way-out waves sending him spinning out of control. The instructions said:
- Consequences; warning, danger of ‘mental bug’, after the high comes the low, it’s a one-way ticket to hell. Yah-boo sucks!
Greetings and good vibes to all my clients.
Laters.
P.S. Correspondence with a ghost literary publication (short story)