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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A narrow, lovely alley,
walls in shades of rose.
Golden sunlight falling softly
through the tall palm leaves.

Warm shadows on the quiet stones,
little carpet stalls and tiny grocers,
smiling faces greeting the day,
and the light walks with me.

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She turns away in quiet delicacy, her dress a garden full of dreams. What she hides in beautiful colors is whispered only by the flowers.

A mystery in bloom.

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I look out of the window at the soothing sunshine,
and I think of you.

You linger in my mind, bringing a calming peace.

I open my heart to that inner calm,
to the soothing silence that surrounds

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It was sunset in a small village in India, where life moved in a gentle, timeless rhythm.

Buffaloes returned from the fields, dust glowing in the golden light, while women cooked over open fires and children played in the street.

Three women noticed me and smiled, inviting me in for chai. Inside, we shared tea, laughter, and quiet curiosity, just women together in a moment of ease.

Rising Sun,
a memory of warmth, connection, and the simple beauty of being welcomed in.

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Colorful joy,
inspired by my love of color.

Color is so powerful, it sets the mood for the story I'm telling through my art.

I use color very intuitive, I do not start with a color palette, but start painting directly, I am fearless when it comes to color.

"Color is a power which directly influences the soul" by Wassily Kandinsky

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A graceful flowing dress, drawn in delicate lines of ink.\n\nBurgundy whispers with quiet elegance, a moment caught between dream and reality.\n\nShe invites the imagination to wander, into a world of beauty and mystery.

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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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“Nongkrong” – in Indonesian language “relaxing & hanging out with friends”. At the time I was a student in Indonesia. We sat together with friends having coffee and talking. “Nongkrong” is all about the pleasures of sharing time with friends.

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Within their green depths,
I find her strength, her softness,
and the mystery of who she is.

A quiet green gaze,
holding a story,
a feeling, a soul.

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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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Drawn on the back of an old love letter, typed long ago.\n\nThe paper carries its own story, in faded colours, wrinkles, and worn edges, quietly holding the mystery of another time

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