A selection of richly colored, figurative illustrations created mostly during the pandemic.
The mood is very unrestrained and adventurous.
A reminder for days when one feels stuck. You might not be aware of your growth yet, but it is real and happening. Stand tall and proud, you still have flowers to offer and receive.
Woman and vulnerability. She is learning to trust and lean into the vulnerable parts of her psyche. She is still on her guard and cautiously and carefully reveals them.
She hugs and protects them with tenderness.
A powerful bond.
A promise from mother nature to her guardian: ”You are safe to bloom.”
A promise from the guardian to mother nature: ”You are safe to bloom.”
Woman and otherness. She is learning to trust and love these untamed parts of herself that she is yet to discover and love. In the meantime, she guards and protects them with tenderness.
All gold, flowing.
My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery…
When you consider things like the stars, our affairs don’t seem to matter much…
This is the most exciting moment I have ever known. I feel a thousand capacities spring up in me..”
-Virginia Woolf, The Waves
The first days of spring, and life is slowly gaining back in vibrancy.
Light fills each corner with new dreams and its making the birds adventurous. Carine is now spending her mornings soaking in the sun by her window and feeling grateful for another beautiful chapter in her life.
She is dreaming of bright and colorful days on a sunny remote tropical island where she can finally free her wings out of her rib cage and live a life full of passion and wild joy.
She always looks elegant and polished.
She has a tight reign on her emotions and looks at the world around her with very unimpressed eyes.
However, her favorite pass time when no one is looking, is to lay down in the sun in a field of wild flowers and imagine herself as one of those ”french girls.”
She is living her life well aware that the obstacles she seemingly overcome easily, are all thanks to sacrifices made by those who came before her. Monuments that shelter her from sun and rain, and make her journey through life, a dream of her ancestors.
A precious bond between souls. Beyond time and space. A connection among dreamers and their watchers. Distantly he promised to watch over her, but from time to time they reconnect and she tells him all about her dreams and he tells her about news of the world.
A traveller cutting through timelines, tiny guides at her side.
A nod to one of my favorite tuareg bands ”Les filles de Illighadad.”
An ice queen that turns her lovers into birds when they keep misbehaving. Her therapist agrees. Environmentalists are on her side too( well, until it’s their turn…)