I’m recently into Origami

Sometimes your just can’t resist.

I have a friend who is deeply into Origami.
He made me this tesselation – just for fun.

I’m not a very accurate person, Origami was always some sort of my Nemesis for that.
But twoday I sat down used up all my wrapping paper and folded some birds.

I started with this dove.

I made a rooster too, and a canary, but with the last scrap of paper I made this flying bird, which is more or less the thing I was aming at.

Here you can see the „square“ in the middle:

 

Memo to self: buy Origami paper (the hardest part was to cut a square that really is a square)

As I said,
sometimes easy is not enough.
Sometimes you have to go for the stuff that’s a tiny bit more difficult.
Sometimes you just can’t resist.
There’s a whole world of folding out there. I’m scratching just the surface.

Update on the Yellow Front

Yesterday I cooked the apple bark with water and alum for about an hour. (Making a high concentrated Alum-Solution is not that simple, I have to find another way for doing this.)
And now I have about 200 ml of something that looks a bit like this colours you use to dye your eastereggs with. It has a layer of crystals at the bottom which I’m hoping to dissolve by careful heating.

Next thing I have to do is to precipitate the Yellow and thereby not to muck up the Kitchen.

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.