Let's be like wildflowers,
growing anywhere and everywhere,
blooming where people thought they never could.

Growing freely each day,
simply following the sun,
a celebration of uniqueness and acceptance.

Not waiting for the storm to pass,
but learning to dance in the rain,
embracing a slower way of life.

Eternally curious and open,
creating memories to treasure,
wandering, sharing, and loving.

Let's be like wildflowers.

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Soft coral earth beneath her feet,
The sun slowly sets over the land.
The horizon whispers,
She will rise again.

Shadow and future intertwined,
Threads of all that she is woven together.
Here and tomorrow,
Even when the night feels long,
The sun has promised
It will always return.

Her eyes sparkle, carrying the light.
The light of connection,
With all that surrounds her,
Through every layer of herself,
She carries the sun.

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Cherry blossoms, so beautiful and tender.
Saku; to bloom, to smile.

Tiny pink petals unfolding in the air,
as if the world is learning gentleness again.

Little flowers woven softly through her hair,
like spring itself choosing to linger there.

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Softly woven petals opening like secrets. They reach, they wander, they find the sun in their own way.

There's something wild about them, something honest. They bloom bold, but only for a while.

Passion flowers, almost not of this world fragile, almost floating, like morning mist in gentle sunlight.

Ethereal passion, it comes in moments, in small, beautiful things. A flower, a breath, the way light moves through leaves. Not loud, just real.

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Through transparent layers of lace,
I breathe in the gentle sounds of the sea,
listening slowly to the beautiful silence.

My arms float,
softly veiling my face,
gazing far into the distance.

Stillness unfolds,
and clarity drifts in like morning light.
It is in silence that my thoughts become clear…

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I love to paint ‘en plein air’, outdoors in nature and when I’m traveling. The process of painting is very intuitive, and the colors, texture, the emotion, discovering & interpreting surrounding inspire me. Color is often one of the most exciting components in my paintings.

Walking in Marrakesh is eye time for me. Seeing a world full of colors. Food for my soul.

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The city awakens slowly.
Quiet mornings, the first stirrings of life,
the warm scent of fresh bread
drifting through the alleys.

Soft rose-colored light,
and the patina along the old walls.
With every small gate I pass,
a new view unfolds,
the light guiding me further in.

Then comes the beautiful square,
where the palm trees cast
their long morning shadows.

I love these gentle mornings… when the whole day still lies open before me.

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This painting is a memory,
of a feeling, of Asia and flowers,
of life itself.

Wild blossoms on cotton,
woven with time and colour,
like loose threads in people —
not perfect, but full of life.

I love flowers
when they have passed their peak,
when they gently bow their heads
and still leave something beautiful behind.

This painting carries that presence,
a quiet reminder that everything changes,
and within that change, there is grace.

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A slice of lemon raspberry pie,
its vibrant raspberry colours
glowing softly in the light.

Resting on a handmade yellow clay plate,
a simple moment became a small oasis.

I painted it so I could hold on to it,
the sweetness, the colours,
and the quiet feeling of stillness.

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Rêve d’azur et cassis

Limestone cliffs, sun-warmed,

and azure blue water, endless, almost unreal. Parasol pines lean gracefully into the wind.

Wild rosemary and thyme, their scent drifting over the bay. The hum of cicadas singing in the heat.

At sunset, purple dusk settles softly on the azure water below the cliffs.

Catching the moment when the sea remembers the sky…

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Palms swaying in the air,
dates hanging from branches,
heavy and sweet.

From childhood on,
a love has stayed true,
for palms reaching toward blue skies,
for desert roads where heat runs high,
then suddenly softens as you pass by.

An oasis appears, where the desert ends,
a ribbon of river
that bends and bends.

Green along the water, life returning near,
a quiet miracle becoming clear.

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À mes yeux,
tout est poésie.

J'aime romantiser la vie.

To me, everything is poetry,
and I love to romanticize life.

Beauty lives in the little things,
in fleeting moments,
gentle light,
and lovely details,
always finding reasons,
to be grateful and hopeful,
embracing life with wonder.

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Éclat du Matin
In the silence of morning,
the sun begins to rise,
and the day still lies before her,
open, untouched.

In delicate lace, bathed in the dawn,
thoughts crisp and fresh as the morning light.

With mystery in the unknown,
and a heart turned toward the day to come,
filled with fresh insights,
for often, it becomes beautiful,
exactly as it arrives.

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Chalk walls whisper in the southern light,
soft brush strokes shape the quiet stone,
a warm landscape of blush and taupe.\n\nTangerine glows like the sun,
sweet mandarins scent the narrow streets,
orange grains shimmer through the canvas.

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The night clears the sky,
for a new day to come, free to fly,
wandering with wide open eyes.

My mind,
free as a bird, dreaming and tasting the
beauty of the wild.

Magic is everywhere, picking wild flowers and
touching the sky.

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Among fields of chocolate brown wildflowers bloom without fear.
So delicate in their quiet petals,
yet rooted deep like the earth itself.

They bend with wind and weather,
never asking to be seen,
still, soft and steady,
carrying beauty without trying.

And in those warm, earthy chocolate tones lives something timeless and true, a lovely kind of strength,
the kind that quietly survives.

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Looking at a picture, allowing yourself to be absorbed, is much like reading.

Immersing yourself in a story, diving into another world.

I love getting lost in books. This artwork reminds me to read more.

"With freedom, flowers, books, and the moon, who could not be perfectly happy?" (Oscar Wilde)

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The evening sky casts a dusty pink light across the scene, soft and muted, like a faded filter.

The palm trees stand tall in the glow, their edges blurred by the warmth.

It's quiet. The kind of stillness that makes the ordinary feel unreal.

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Beautiful Siroua,
a place of magical memories,
hidden in a beautiful village far away in the Atlas Mountains.

Breathtaking roads
with panoramic views of villages
and fields where women worked
with quiet strength. Her gaze holds the beauty of this land, its warmth, resilience, and timeless spirit.

I captured her eyes in this painting,
a moment I will always carry with me.
Now we say goodbye,
but I promise you: I will return.

I always come back.

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In Japan, the colour red is auspicious, a symbol of happiness, strength, and joy.\n\nA warm embrace of colour, filling this painting with beauty and energy.\n\nHer kimono tells a story, of elegance, tradition, and grace.\n\nA piece that brings a smile, with every glance.

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