What’s a novel that has impacted your life and why?

Tonight I can't talk about one, I've got a title in mind, but must create something around it...But i just want to share two collages virtual and real I made about the St Malo Book-Festival who takes place every year in June...such a great event, where you can meet such great people...I couldn't show you all the pictures...I love reading, so much...so much...I sometimes say : I don't believe in god, but I believe in Heaven I know where it is : in all good public libraries...

anyway I have a blog where I try to speak about my favourite books in English...

Who’s someone you admire or look up to?

Thank you Frida, you really were a true wild woman...

What’s one talent/ability you wish you had?

wish I could dance, just like the old Sedna the day before she died...the old Saame...she took her magic drum, stood up and started dancing...and suddenly she was twenty...the younger women then realized they didn't have to fear old -age...

Something you remember from your childhood.

being lonely, so lonely, never being right, never acting right...always having to behave, never being allowed to be myself, having to be the best pupil, the best girl, transparent...

working with Creative Therapy...

What’s your first memory of love?

IT has been related to me, O happy King, said Shahrazad, that there was a certain merchant who had great wealth, and traded extensively with surrounding countries; and one day he mounted his horse, and journeyed to a neighbouring country to collect what was due to him, and, the heat oppressing him, he sat under a tree, in a garden, and put his hand into his saddle-bag, and ate a morsel of bread and a date which were among his provisions.

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I didn't know I would ever be able to tell about it, but it really looked like one thousand and one nights...

last ATC about plumpie old women !!!

Anais Nin:
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.

I also love red !!!

the woman in the front is talking about old women...she's showing a video, where you can see two old grand-mothers having good time in the garden !!!!

black , what for ?

you can work on the photos again, add collages, paint, turn them into mail-arts, pictures of all sorts...that black has a special magic side, try to emphasize it...

black always

look at these two pictures...on the left you see the rhodoïd, partly covered with black gesso, a little gold embossment, a tiny branch and you heat it with the heat gun to transform the paint...it looks strange, but when you put it in front of a lamp it's magic...picture on the right and underneath....

when you work, never say: this is bad work ,without taking time to watch it carefully, with various lights, talk to it, tame it, until it gives its truth...

black and light

Black is beautiful

bowls for stories

I promised to show how I made my bowls, so here 's the tuto, click to enlarge the pictures...