October 20, 2014

queen of colors

Yesterday still summer, today the colors have changed completely. From freswh smoothies with Kale to some spicy Sweet Corn Soup, so to say. As much as the weather has is different, the mood in the Fishbowl is too. Maybe it is time to admit, that I am much more of a Fall person, than this would count for any other season. It feels good to be back in the studio. I am in the middle of framing watercolors for a little show and am looking forward to our first workshop for the big show next year. Therefor this is only a very brief visit, to wish you a great start into the week.


October 17, 2014

a little travel report

Sometimes when selling your art, it does come with one or the other side story; this is my favourite so far. Two months ago one of my pieces had sold to a collector and friend in the United States. After all the arangements where made, a package nice and safely wrapped, went of to the post office. Usually it takes three weeks for a painting to cross the big pond. This time things where a bit different and after almost six weeks I seriously did start to worry. Of course, the package was insured, but loosing a painting would have been a drama to me, nevertheless. I've contacted lovely Katie, if she had heard a word from the post office, when suddenly I've received an email from another Katie. Both, given names and surnames where the same. Katie the Unknown found a package in her P.O. Box, including a painting called "no landscape comes spotless", postcards and some Money Soaps. None of them, she told me, had been ordered by her. Picturing the wide and huge country the U.S. is, you can equally picturing me getting a bit hysterical. At least for a moment. Yesterday I have received another email, a black and white picture of two laughing beauties attached. It turned out that both Katies not only carry the same name, but they also do live in the same town in Ohio and that they're both incredibly nice. They've managed to meet up, exchanged the package and left a smiling artist back in Germany. Thank you, dear Katies, for making this such an encouraging little story, with a happy end. You now, that is something most artists probably dream of, bringing people together. Even when it is because of a mixed up P.O. Box number. With that in mind, be nice to each other and enjoy a wonderful weekend.

October 13, 2014

queen of colors

A week with so many different colors and yet in the end, one sticks out prominently. Blue towels neatly hung on the laundry rack. Promises for more great dishes from the husband's kitchen. A broken mobile phone, looking mysteriously and actually quite pretty. The bathroom is clean and what is even better, it smells of fresh sage and a splash of mint. And a friend braught earrings from Kathmandu. What more could one ask from one tiny week. I wish you a smooth start into this one.


October 07, 2014

queen of colors

I am about to start sounding like a broken record, but one day late, means the Queen of Colors is still fighting that ugly sickness. Was it two weeks or three already, I can't recall. Going back and forth ended in taking antibiotics and today, seriously, for the first time in a while, I feel more like a human again. There has been a gorgeous day out in the wood last week, but maybe baby, that had been a bit too soon. I had to spend the long weekend in bed. Again. So today is my first complete day in the studio. With no couch or bed in between. Hurray. I don't know what hit us this time, but looking around it seems, we are not the only ones. And it is not even Winter yet. Mind that sarcasm, I am only happy to see some light here today and I very much wish it will stay that day.

Other than that, I went to Supermarkt for the very first time and it was great. Looking forward to a one day seminar over there by the end of the week. I gave an interview for a newspaper, who are doing a little portrait about me. A painting I have sold to someone in Ohio, finally landed safe in the collectors hands, after getting lost in someone else's P.O. BOX. Holy Canneloni, what a relief. And I've talked to my grandmother on the phone. It had been a while and every time I talk to her it is such a pleasure, I secretly promise myself, to do it more often.

So, I will stick to Thyme Tea over the next days and keep telling the ones I love, a little more, how much I actually do. Oh, and there will be a lot more art over here again soon.