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…

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎

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-

Happy Friday

#orkidedatter

Happy Friday everyone, make you a great day, because you are worth it❤️

-Lily-

Cherished memories of what could be…

Art: my own, orkidedatter

.. Cherished memories of what could be..

Scent of desire aroused his
mating season.
New Year is the time when all wolves
go wild with their insatiable hunger,
and me as a weak shattered she wolf
is the only thing he
can’t have,
can’t touch,
can’t lose control by tasting her
salty skin…
can’t meet her primal urges,
can’t hear her mouths moaning,
can’t pull her upon a pine to make him
came more alive..

He wished for to chase her,
close her darkness,
lick her wetness with his long
blue tongue,
and plunge into a swollen lust-filled riverbank
with shivering
diamond pearls bubling over of
relief down his bulged carnal desire…

…and she was only his imagination…

-Lily-

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@orkidedatter

With my art I love to make people feel good, it’s the best feeling. That is my soul purpose as an artist.

To make people feel alive for a moment, make them feel that the time stopped for a while, something special and a unique experience…

Happy Friday everyone, make you a beautiful weekend, you deserve it❤️

-Lily-

The mask of flame

My own art @orkidedatter_artist

A closed world and betrayed by all.

I`m cold and freezing, no one to hold me.

I lose my mind, accustomed to the concept of

being sad.

They took my body, slayed my joy of life.

Masks of dark shadows in the night, beckon in

the moonlight.

A mind molestad by malicious madness,

tearing me apart.

My deathly demise seems to be my embrace to

a better place.

The wolf`s heart trembles in misunderstood

love.

The wings of the unknown demon strike me on

the cheek,

down my jaws to my spine and pain burned

like a hidden

love in disguise.

The mask of flame hunts me in the darkest

night, a ghost from

my past is back.

My heart is silent.

A beautiful silence in the middle of a black

storm.

A bloody fist, a broken mirror, my shadow is

laughing.

Peripheral view moved along us, made to be

broken.

Bats piercing my mind with toxit tears and

saliva.

I have no chance, everything is fake, cold and a

empty coffin

with human body dust.

My first breathe in this world and I was already

judged.

I am not a soul that is on a dead or alive

poster…

I am invisible and not worthy to breathe.

When the mask of flames ignite again….

RUN….

-Orkidedatter-

Black pastel love

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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

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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

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-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-

Christmas’s dark wish…

Orkidedatter darksoulpoet poet poems romance love writer author forfatter Norway Norge norsk forfatter artist kunstner skribent dikter poetry life Christmas jul Art: always my own @orkidedatter

Your body is like winter wonderland

unique as a snow crystal.

I have a desire to lick all your drops

of candy.

Swallow your nectar to taste you within.

You are my Mr. Christmas,

I’m your grief,

going togheter like fire and ice.

A want to exhale Christmas spirit, but all my

heartstrings plays is a melody of sadness,

I curl up and hide.

Outside the snow silently settled.

You understand the world inside me.

You told me sacred secrets to close a chapter in

my soul.

My noisy mind began to smile.

All the little things created to shapes in colours

lit a fire deep down.

You touched me like Angels wings,

faded away all my fear.

You grab my hair.

Your sensual hands holding my hips,

you pushed me up against the wall.

A Christmas hot mystery of explosive fireworks

that’s wandered right into between my legs.

You are my savior soul I longing for.

I tease your luscious lips

and seduce those to mine,

take you with my tounge

to a distance that make you forget to breath.

We are dancing in the flames.

I’m breathing harder and faster.

We loose controll.

We thouch the sky.

Shooting stars falling behind my rolling eyes.

You inhale that alluring cent of my lotus,

you bring all my petals out.

Sweatbathed skin skim across of lust and every

forward thrust straddling the fine line between

pain and passion.

The moment our heart’s pulses

and two souls screams in mercy…

You are hard as ice.

As a waterfall I flow down your magic part

of lovemaking.

You are slaying my wrong side of my

heart and completes us on a seldom level.

I collapse when you squeeze my mountains

and you make me some milk

sweet and thick…

I moan for both of us when

each little dark wish of mine

comes true the night before Christmas…

-Orkidedatter-