Body talks

I talk making lots of gestures...
I easily make faces, I sigh, I (discretely) yawn, I jump from happiness, I kick ghosts from anger.
My body talks a lot!

Then, my red hair, my boots, the muscles I try to get, probably the way I walk. Fast and determined. Yeah of course my body talks a looooot.

And now I understand there are kind of subtitles on my body... my tattoos!

If it was aesthetically ok... 50% of my body would be covered with snakes. yeah I know... scary! Good I am very coquette. lol
Snakes are clever, they represent knowledge, freedom, selfishness, it's very masculine, complementary to the woman, to me.

ha well, that would be too many snakes and that would scare (not!) the devils.

Anyway, I have discovered that I had an arm made for love and one for freedom! Yeah that rocks! And well, that sounds a bit 1970-ish but I'm proud I naturally get both concepts in the flesh. I did not wanted these lovely concepts particularly, it's my body that revealed them.

On my "love" arm, I want to get an anchor, meaning how much love matters to me, no matter the storms, the deadly waves, Love is here (chabadabada).
Then roses around because it's cute it could symbolize different forms of love. Love flourishing in different ways. Like one rose for Lola, one rose for Loup, I don't know. But love grows, love expanded. That's the idea maybe. Love is not static.

Anyway, that will be one of the ideas for my next tats. Sunny will soon come back to me with her talent (I want her own style for them).

PS: check the gallery, there's Martin's pirate tat' on it :P

Split personnalité ?

I have my own very French way of using the English language (forgive me for that, I've always kinda felt bad for the reader), a language full of lil mistakes.. but the English language has become so much part of me that when I think about something, it naturally comes in English first, most of the time! In my mind, I talk to myself in... English! lol
(whaaaat? you never talk to yourself? a pity! one of the best company you can find! Very supportive :P)

I used to find that very disturbing! English is not my mother tongue, I don't tame it perfectly at all, I don't live in an English-speaking country (far from that really! lol)... so I can't explain why it happens, but I now live with it in a most natural way.


I've noticed that French language comes more easily when it comes to food, to deeper thoughts, like when talking politics or literature for instance, English comes naturally for sex, slang, fast reactions, anger, desires, feelings (probably why I keep blogging in English now. I'm not a deep thought kind of person :P)

Well, when I gotta explain something, defend a point of view, French comes first. When I describe my paintings, much easier in English to me.
And by the way, I have my third (not so) hidden language: my hands making doodles! yeahhh! so cool!

I truly think you don't say exactly the same when using one language or the other. My own sensitivity adapts to what fits me. That's really practical.


I wish I knew 5 other languages, including music, and would switch according to what's the most appropriate!

Ken Follett

I was pretty sceptical when I read the first part of his last book. I have not finished it yet.
And I don't want.

Ken is a genius.