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 …

Shades of things to come

It’s become warm again. The sun it up, the temperature ist (finally) above 0°C and it really feels like winter is going.

Although I know that there may be snow and frost and cold again, I’m already in some sort of planing mode for the balcony and my partents garden. Sadly a bunch of my herbs died in the recent cold. Now I can must buy new ones, and I can’t decide what sort of …

Anyway, here’s a little Teaser for you: Shades of things to come weiterlesen