"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."

Anaïs Nin





Saturday, March 6, 2010

creative thererapy...your first love


first love...first sex I should say...when your whole body explodes...burns...
when you feel hungry, thirsty...
when all your senses are multiplied by 100 or 1000 or...
when you don't know what day it is, what time it is...
then life goes on...
other loves, other bodies, journeys....
but I'm still starving...
naked...
waiting...
each time is the first time...

Sunday, February 28, 2010

méli-mélo


"a few of my favorite things"...that's what she sang ???
so some of my last previous...etc...little réalisations.... just clic on the picture...

Saturday, February 27, 2010

sorry sorry sorry....

You must think I forgot you all !!! no, I didn't...just feel so busy with the blogs in French and the two forums...I did work at lot actually...

here are my bowls to tell stories
clic on the picture to see the others...
I'll show you more next time...

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

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...