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-

Orkidedatter

I’m his act of emotions

Orkidedatter

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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A winter rose

Orkidedatter

❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎❤︎
-A winter rose-

A winter rose played
with your cord, unraveled strings…
Death is a bizarre soul,
I just had to understand,
a steam fills my mind while
you are stabbing me with Arctic icicles…
I’m dark, haunted and bleeding
my own blood for the silence
you cutted me with so deeply.

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Orkidedatter

Happy New Year

Thank you everyone⭐️

Thank you so much everyone one, for all your support, love and friendship, I’m beyond grateful❤️
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Let’s start this new year with hope, strenght, care and let’s finished it with love and gratitude…
Don’t forget love dear readers, do small things with much love and live each day that someone will be thankful for who you are❤️
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Lily

My art

@orkidedatter

@orkidedatter_artist

I’m on facebook too: orkidedatter author

Twitter: orkidedatter

I hope everyone is safe and well, take care❤️

Love from Lily

It’s looking a lot like Christmas time…

My poetry collection, Beautiful & battered, breaking through the chains

Poem;

The day is short and the night is long in this

country in the north with its snow-capped

mountains and fjords with white veil that lie

still in this dark time, the river flows with its

ice crystals dancing in the waterfall that

hovers with the north wind beyond the dusk

and she lights a candle.

The Northern Lights dances in joy where the

polar bears eyes glimmering infront of the

Christmas star that blinks in this

frozen winter night where the last ray of the

moon’s mystery slowly fades away until

she lights a candle.

A child’s face resting against the window pane

in the hope…..

underneath the Christmas tree

lies everything she wish for, but it is too good to

be true.

Snow crystals fall outside are unique, beautiful

and shines evocative in the cold night.

She light a candle where she dreams an Arctic

dream about the miracle of the infant faith.

The white dove flies silently through the chains

that lift the adventure of hope behind

the jewel of the dark night.

Somewhere with the frost on her cheeks,

a little girl lights a candle for all the stories that

are expressed without words, that are burned

into the scars of the human hearts.

-Orkidedatter-