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.

Tout est poésie.

xTiny

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…

xTiny

Here she is… painting Palmeraie

In the Palmeraie, quiet wide and green
palms sway in the air

Dates in the sun hanging from branches heavy and sweet.

From childhood on a love stayed true

for palms that lean toward skies so blue
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 water life returning near
a sudden miracle becoming clear…

xTiny

Here she is… Rue de la Bahia

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

xTiny

MYSTÈRE EN FLEURS

Here she is…

Mystère en fleurs.

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

xtiny

SHE RISES WITH THE SUN

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.

xTiny

Vers la Kasbah

The city awakens slowly.

Quiet mornings, and 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.

xTiny

This woman’s portrait, painted in soft pink and tender brown, feels like a memory of warmth. I love how the flowing colors ground me, calming the mind like early morning light. It’s as if I can smell the fresh air, feel the earth beneath my feet, and sense the soft light brushing gently against my skin.

xTiny

Between Sky and Earth

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…

xTiny

Evening Glow

Palms whispering,
their leaves sway slow,
a gentle sea breeze
begins to blow.

The sky is warm,
in golden glow,
so peaceful
as the sun sinks low.

And with it comes
a silent vow:
tomorrow brings
a fresh new now.

xTiny

Ethereal Passion

Softly woven petals

opening like secrets.

They reach, they wander,

they find the sun in their own way.

A longing to feel,

to truly connect.

There’s something wild about them,

something honest.

They bloom bold,

but only for a while.

Passion flowers,

almost not of this world.

So fragile, almost floating,

like morning mist in sunlight.

Ethereal passion,

found in tiny small things,

fragile but real.

Not loud, just real.

xTiny

It was around sunset when I wandered through the streets of a small village in India, where time seemed to have stood still. A herd of buffaloes made their way home from the fields, their heavy steps kicking up dust in the golden light. Women were busy cooking, baking chapati over an open fire, while others returned from the fields, balancing bundles of firewood on their heads. Children laughed and played in the street.

Three women stood together, watching me with curious eyes. They smiled and gestured for me to come closer.  “Where are you from?” they asked, in a mix of English and hand gestures. They invited me to join them for chai. Once we were inside, they removed their headscarves, just us women among ourselves, it was so lovely.

As we sat together, sipping our tea, I made a few sketches to capture the moment. This portrait, ‘Rising Sun’, is a tribute to that lovely unforgettable encounter, a memory of warmth, connection, and the quiet beauty of everyday life.

xTiny

 I’m inspired by the unique shapes of the mountains, the trees, the flowers and the beautiful underwater world, the coral wonders in shades of orange and pink.

 xTiny

Women in beautiful colors,

Woven in togetherness,

Hand in hand, heart to heart.

Each hue a story,

Each shade a song,

In vibrant unity,

Woven with delicate threads.

A tapestry of women,

In colors so rich,

In wonder so deep,

Together we rise.

xTiny

This painting is a memory.

of a feeling, 

of Asia, of flowers,

of life itself.

Wild blossoms on cotton,

woven with time and color.

They bloom quietly,

as if they know

beauty is deepest

just before it fades.

There are loose threads,

like in people, 

and that’s what makes it real.

Not perfect, but full

of everything that has lived.

I love flowers

when they’ve passed their peak,

when they gently bow their heads

and still leave something beautiful behind.

That moment moves me.

A soul, a story,

a soft echo of being.

This painting brings that presence,

a quiet reminder

that everything changes,

and in that change

there is grace,

and depth,

and life.

xTiny

This painting is a lovely memory of a tiny island in the South of France. 

Beautiful sweeping white beaches and limestone cliffs frame a sanctuary of oak and pine trees teeming with chirping cicadas, butterflies and sprawling eucalyptus. 

 xTiny

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.

xTiny

Painted in Tasmania’s quiet, wild light,
The Song of Trees took shape,
branches telling the stories of wind and time,
roots humming of earth, water, and sun.
A painting that holds the voice
of a forest.

xTiny

In a field of flowers

In the morning light, flowers bloom,

The morning dew glimmers beneath the sunlight

Each petal greets the morning sun,

Soft whispers in the gentle breeze.

The meadow glows as day’s begun.

The beauty in each flower’s face.

A peaceful, colorful embrace.

Slowly opening, revealing to the world.

Dancing in the morning light.

A world of wonder.

xTiny

Inspired by my travels to Polynesia.

xTiny