Blonduos, Iceland

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.

crossing over

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


The golden flower/ Eros

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 one 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.

Emma Kunz study

Emma Kunz (1892-1963) was a Swiss artist, healer and spiritual researcher, born to a family of weavers. She made large drawings on graph paper, one of which I reinterpreted here with embroidery.

Inside the « grotto » at the Emma Kunz zentrum in Wurenlos, Switzerland, where she found her healing rock « Aion A ». Now something to ponder on : a very established contemporary artist says that her work is pretty insignificant at this time -artistically speaking- but that she is of great importance for human evolution. Which one will last? Which one do you choose if there is such a choice to make?

Brazil on a quartz mine

Entering the gate.
Remembering the North Pole and back.

Delving into the Brazilian spiritualist traditions to dig into the fear and rejection of spirituality as a form (objects and rituals), as well as ancestral patterns with the cult and occult. The day I arrived a man told me about soul connections, Kundalini and the blue pearl. The day I left, I saw light beings dancing all around me and a duet rising far up in the sky. In between, a psychic surgeon -in jail today- scratching the eyes of an old man with a kitchen knife.. and people from all around the world in search for less suffering.



Who’s calling?