A black rose & a shaded line in motion…

Norway is about to get to know two new amateur artists who have loved to express themselves through drawing and painting all their lives.
From childhood, these two have created lines that have given meaning, mixed colors that have given inner peace and given life to emotions on a blank sheet of paper.

Please, welcome two villagers from the deep forest in Norway; Ben Raymond Triggs and Orkidedatter (whose name is Lily)

Please, visit Ben’s Art

Orkidedatter & Ben Raymond Triggs from Norway

Ben Raymond Triggs, was born with a pencil in his hand, he has been drawing for as long as he can remember. He has drawn caricatures and other funny characters to give us who see his art a good laugh. With a past of a childhood where his enchanting ice blue and oliven eyes have observed and experienced more than what children should do, drawing has been a part of his journey to find meaning with life.

Ben Raymond has gradually hunted for good motifs to delight young and old humans with his art. He makes his mark in the hearts of Norwegians, where we who experience his beautiful motifs are both moved and nostalgic. Ben Raymond has a unique ability to make people feel when they see his art.

Ben Raymond Triggs moves your heartbeat with his pencil.
Ben Raymond Triggs: To draw a human body can be difficult, but Ben Raymond master it, and sometimes it’s so fun to play with the pencil over the blank sheet…

He uses nature as inspiration and people’s perspectives as motivation for his designs.
In his art you can experience a kindness that makes your heart smile, he takes your soul on a journey that makes you want to dance, his art makes your heart beat faster and you want to come back for more experiences because he touches something deep within your soul.

Ben Raymond Triggs are well known in the countryside in Norway. People buy his art to decorate their homes from one of Norway’s newest gems from our treasure chest of artists.

Ben Raymond Triggs dares to use his drawing to express a beauty from the most natural in the world, but still taboo, nudity…
Ben Raymond Triggs: You can glimpse a heavenly glow of human memories in his art, it’s like the angels singing over the mountain tops here in Norway between rivers and lakes.

Ben Raymond makes alluring and captivating art, please, visit Ben’s Art

Both Lily and Ben Raymond have shadows from the past, fighting nightmare demons from childhood, and they use their art to be a voice in this world, and the most important message; you are not alone…

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Lily, Orkidedatter is well known as «the dark soul from the white Arctic» or «the black rose» or «a from winterwonderland» out there in the world because of her dark and mysterious writings. She is a poet and author who bleed letters on a blank canvas from her soul and heart. Through her art you can glimpse her dark soul, but her vividly Spirit colors it with the spark from the rainbow.

From old childhood memories and flashbacks she found her inner child when she was a grown up and as a healing journey she are using art to heal wounds and scars from much pain to let them grow and she is learning to live with a past a little child should not experience.

Lily step into a separate universe, her own galaxy of imagination and feelings that are expressed through her fingers or paint brushes and other painting tools on the canvas.

Abstract is close to her heart. She bathe in an orgy of colors which explode when they hit the blank canvas. Her own wobbliness of thought, her consciousness or unconsciousness and emotions reach a separate level of a landscape from her mind when a painting comes to life.

Lily’s heart and soul dance to the rhythm of her pulse and the beat of her body, where colors and patterns are transformed into a proof of her artistic expression.

As an artist, Lily want to visualize something from deep within. How you interpret it, what you see, what you feel and what touches you, it is up to you the moment her art is discovered by you.

If Lily can touch another person with her images in the compass of the soul and the root of the heart, then Lily’s work as an artist is worth more than you can imagine.

Lily hope that her art will become a small part of someone’s life, as she give a little piece of herself in every artwork, every time a new work is finished.

My brand, my art, me; Orkidedatter

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Ben Raymond Triggs, a shaded line in motion & Orkidedatter, a black rose, both from Norway dare to dream big and they are starting on a new path in their lifes. To be an artist can be a lonely road, but together they can reach for the stars in a world of artists.

Life is short, our breath may not be ours forever.

-Lily-

Art exhibition

Ben Raymond Triggs
Orkidedatter
Norwegian artists
Art, Ben Raymond Triggs
Art, Orkidedatter

Skarnes, Hedmark, Trekanten kulturhus

17/9-22 klokka 1000-1600

Norway.

Vår første kunstutstilling og vi er veldig spente, og ja, kunsten er til salgs.

-Lily-

Art exhibition

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@benraymondtriggs & @orkidedatter having art exhibition «Skumringstid» for the first time in Norway, Skarnes.
We looking forward to start something new this Autumn, follow us to join our ride in the land of wonder between the mountains and fjords…
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If you have facebook you can check out Ben Raymond Triggs art here https://www.facebook.com/Ben.R.Triggs

You can find him on instagram tooBen Raymond Triggs

You can find Orkidedatter here Orkidedatter

I’m so grateful ❤️

Lily

Black pastel love

Poetry, poem, darksoul, love, aquarius, writingprompts, life, love, Norway, Norwegian artist, artist, author, artistic poet, creativeArt, my own @orkidedatter

I have a trumpet in my black pastel heart

a symphony in my chest

a melody of the colors of the rainbow flows

in my veins as creates a bridge to his soul

I fell in love with an aquarius under the

midnight sun

upon the mountain high

you gave me a summer kiss

your shimmering verses from your trembled

lips in the line with the shades of color of

heaven as an amethyst makes

waves of euphoria flowing over all

the pores of my body.

Your eyes danced solasta bright when

I took my feathers out from my long hair

to play it on your skin.

Your laughter tickled my heart strings and

you whispered to my Angels wings

«we are condemned to act in portrays of the

crystalline from ours cards of future»

My destiny from Cupid`s arrow is

written into my history of black pastel love.

-Orkidedatter-

Love letters to the death

Writer, poet, poetry, darkpoetry, author, darksoul, Norway, dikter, dikt, poet, forfatter, artist, kunstner, words, myself, loveletters, kjærlighetsbrev, creative, Art: my own @orkidedatter

Your spirit is a last fragrance from

your touch on my cheek

darkness is crying out

you gasping for air

see into the depth of my soul

feel into the depth of my heart

sink into the depth of my eyes

unfulfilled dreams can’t be my

ashes from my rose petals

after my death

shades from a panther in the shadows

painting the weakest chain in a cloud

starless night and a path in the forest

black pearls dripping down from heaven

the perfect touch from Angels above

with love and prayers

my fragile heart can’t bear this

life on earth anymore..therefore

I write love letters to the dead…

-Orkidedatter-

Kissing the sky

Artist Norway norwegian artist acryl kunstner forfatter dikter norsk dikter poet poetry kiss love love hurts Art: my own @Orkidedatter

-Kissing the sky-

words ran out of his masculine mouth like a

river of stones

«Kissing the sky»

I could feel the changes of the breeze from

falling sparkling stars from our solar system

in this night of symphony

tears in heaven writing through the trees

I read the signs from you

it’s feels like I’m dreaming

I can still feel your warmth from your body

when you dying in my arms

and your Venus lost her mind…

I cry…I scream…

I fight every heart string within not to feel

…they said it will be ok…

I scream louder things I shouldn’t have done…

but, have you ever been so shattered,

feels like nobody is listening….

«Kissing the sky» the wind blows in my ear…

The pain.. I’m losing control..

my heart is devastated

my soul is splintred

I’m lost without you

back to war zone..

wishing I could push a button and my life

would unwind

a revolution in my thoughts

you was my diamond

I am at the bottom now

laying on the ground with your picture in my

hand

where the midnight and my sadness meet

rewinding our lives

no memories can get you back…

don’t cover my scars

let them bleed

it feels like I’m dreaming

watching a bird in flight to my

burning flame of pain inside

you are coming to take me home

we are kissing the sky

in a darkened road

where no Angels dare to go…

-Orkidedatter-

A country girl’s New Year

Art artist poetry orkudedatter Norway poem New Year forfatter author norwegian author dark soul dark soul poetry Norway Art: my own @orkidedatter

New Year and my skeleton rattle of

memories of withered days

lies like an evil smoke in the air

headlines from the miserable color-spattering

paint strokes in the dark

I throw away an old treasure map from my

ruined soul on the ocean

a cold winter night that casts a veil over me of

ice crystals

I howl against the moon and

wave to nature’s queen between the stars

a dark room in my heart with fear of another

new and strange year

the old I wipe out from the canvas of life

a collection of thoughts from my dead eyes and

my scars of madness in my wounds of running

from the unknown

You spoke to me in poetry

tangle me in your rhyme

you danced with me in my darkness of sorrow

and wake me up inside

my broken heart heal

and this year you can’t burn someone who is

made of fire…

I reach for your hand

I inhale your memory because when I exhale

your ghost beneath the lilac skies and where

the cold winds blows as they strip you away…

it is time to watch what happens when bravery

lights the way

unlike storms left undspoken

-I have stared into the abyss

and it has stared back into me

I have lived there-in hell…

I will rewrite the ending to start over on the

inside…

Welcome 2020

-Orkidedatter-

Reflection…

Off guard – a shout in the dark

unusual – hunted down

wounded – crumbling

heartbeat – gushing blood

licking herself on the lips

always been different

her past

the hunting

thirsty

hunger

sunrise behind the mountains

jumping down from her secret place

running

she is tearing apart

piece by piece goes up in smoke and the

dust is taken by the wind

at the river she watch herself in the water

long hair like the midnight sun’s color play

green eyes that sparkle like emeraldes

lips like a witch

tongue skilled in ink

a body like the white night turns

upside down

she shudders

inadequate

thouch the shining water

despises herself

shadows that threaten the landscape

not safe

embraces herself with pain

a predator – she feel it like a sin

a destiny – in the darkness

it was more than she could take

as, another warrior falls

Orkidedatter.

Mysterious rooms

(English text after the Norwegian text)

Hun er som et stort hus

Med mange rom som ikke er funnet ennå

Ingen som vil

Ingen er modig nok

Ingen ønsker å grave i henne

Det er ikke mistet

Bare gjemt

Mistet kontrollen

Lever på kanten

Blir kuttet

Kan slukke lyset

Dårlig i kjærlighet

Som et spøkelse

Går hun igjen hos deg

Gjennom vegger og tak

Begraver sin sjel innenfor deg

Ønsker seg hjem

Ingen kan gi

hun er trøtt av å være normal

vil være usynlig

bare litt til

ingen tørr….

-Orkidedatter-

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Mysterious rooms…

She’s like a big house

with many rooms not found yet

no one wants to

no one is not brave enough

no one have a desire to dig into her

it’s not lost

just hidden

lost controll

on the edge

had been cut into pieces

can turn off the light

bad at love

like a ghost she haunts you

through walls and ceilings

she buries her soul within you

she wants a home

no one can give her

she is tired of being normal

will be invisible a little bit

-because no one dares-

she is too mysterious

-Orkidedatter-