Embroidery and painting on velvet, work in progress
Silk paint on embroidered crocuses, mounted on pins, for a wedding
Exposition « Multiples » the Caring Gallery, Paris, 09 2022
Divine humor II, (dreams Itself through the world), details
Preparatory pencil drawings for embroidery on antique Italian paper
« There were three moons, one for you, one for me, and one for the three of us »
Silver and gold layer, crystal beads on leather
Static sound Luminous sound Illuminated sound Audible sound *
Words and piano by Noemie Saland
Divine humor I (anchor the folly) embroidery on velvet 77x77cm
Saint-Ouen. Photos : Mathias Rota
Moroccan Sahara followed by a trip to the Icelandic deserts in 2018. Years down the line, spirit guide says these trips lacking physical colors in the landscapes, pushed the inner colors to come forward, thus helping to heal and balance the pineal gland, the seat of colors.
Northern wheels, Southern wheels, pigments and silk embroidery on linen
Can it be this simple..? Can it be this… literal?
So now when I see a couple of roses, I can’t help but see the dyad, the double, the original twins, the mirror and the ideal friend.. all the while longing for the merge back to unity and peace. And only when I am there fully, maybe, can I see two roses again.
Kolumba Museum, Cologne – « Pas de deux » exhibition
for all the things we do
The distractions, the addictions, the occupations
Only to avoid feeling the pain, we don’t want to feel the pain
Rising on the axis, embroidery
Close-up of the Helix nebula
photo from Wikipedia NASA, NOAO, ESA, the Hubble Helix Nebula Team
Leave the body
Through the crown
Straight into the stars, and back to earth.
To Something else
Hilma Af Klint, 1906-07
At some point in the healing process, we return to the simple enjoyment of things here on earth, no more sticking to ideas, no more seeking, no more pursuits or identifying. We delve in those spaces, only for commentary, only to play. We are free to switch back and forth.
One masters Truth, and the other Love, until both merge into silence. We were already there. But every road is necessary, and as long as we return, it’s okay to wander.
In-form, Swedish sky, ink on paper