Apple-Tree-Bark

I spent the Weekend at my parents to check up with my hibernating plants (a lot of which seem to have died), meet up with a bunch of friends (all alive and healthy) and pick up a bag of apple-tree-bark from an apple-tree-branch my father saw of a couple of weeks ago.

The book says there is a yellow colour hidden in somewere therein.
And I intend to go looking for it!
The next step is to cook the bark with an alum-solution.

Wish me luck.

Last Sunday

Taking a bus ride across the swabian hinterland into the Black Forest to get some antibiotics for my sick boyfriend is really not the way I wanted to spend last Sunday but I got no vote in this.

There is but one thing you have on this journeys, and tha’s landscape.
Youŕe sitting in the bus, just looking outside – and landscape happens. It’s still all very brown and dry and dead … but once in a while there is a cluster of yellow or violet spring-crocus, quite alone in the world … and if you tilt your head to the left and if you squinny a bit and if your try really hard you can just imagine to be somewhere on the Balkan Peninsula, with the wind and the steppe …

Inspriation is a funny thing.

I’m drawing again. I’m afraid there are no pictures for you yet.
But you have Mr. Tulip who will be joining you this evening.

art noveau

I’m deeply in love with art nouveau. It feels like … home.
I don’t know if itś just me or do you have similar feelings about a particular period of art?

When I’m looking at art nouveau paintings or sculptures, by Aubrey Beardsley, Alphonse Mucha, or Auchentaller … I have this peculiar feeling of … coming home. Something deep in me responds strongly to these ornamental, floral designs, full of symbolic Importance and longing … it feels right. True, good and beautiful.

And right now I’m feeling the strong need to go and paint some flowery squiggles in the bedroom …