January 29, 2013
January 27, 2013
When it comes to this week's Queen of Colors, one could have predicted the outcome. With all the snow business going on around Berlin, it only started again a couple of hours ago, white is actually not the biggest of surprises. Still, until Wednesday, I was sure the result will be totally different. Sorry Petra, you especially wished for something else, but even with only a tiny pinch of snow, it has to be white. White in many shades; from the crispy kind to a warm muted one. White like the winter skies, like my favourite tea pot and most importantly, white like the new laundry detergent, that I've been using for the last two days. Running as many machines, as I could possible fit into 24 hours. After finding out the hard way, that I am reacting highly allergic to the brand we were using so far, every single piece of fabric needed an extra washing. We're half way through, but there are still towels and cushions waiting by tomorrow. Not the nicest point on the list, but I am happy that the evil allergy trigger is finally found and so I don't mind too much. White and washing it is.
My most favourite shade of this week's Queen of Colors though, is the innocent idea of a new week ahead. To an inspriring week and to a little less icy one.
January 24, 2013
|an art yet to learn|
|this is the picture of the sun|
Besides, I would really love to hear about your thoughts on the pictures. For now, I need a hot tea and some chocolate.
January 23, 2013
Not a lot is happening around the Fishbowl these days. Emphasis on, around the Fishbowl. I am very busy in the studio, but as Berlin still has a good dose of snow, which doesn't go very well with walking on crutches, most of the time is spent inside. Actually, the snow isn't so bad, it is more about the icy base underneath, that makes it almost impossible to enjoy relaxed walks around the hood. I don't mind this too much, as these things happen, and I rather take them smiling and in Cripsterstyle, than getting frustrated. Emma our dog though, hates those moments. Of course. Well, hate is maybe a bit too drastic, but while the husband is out cooking and giving classes, she has to come up with a lot of patience. And I have to come up with a lot of funky games; like throwing the ball down the hallway, playing hide and seek with her favourite treats and one or the other exercise, to get her brain cells busy. If I'll wait too long before starting some action, she'll actually get quite moody (not that I do not understand!) and quite annoying, but after thirty minutes of intense playing, Emma is back to her usual chilled out self. Dogs can adjust to so many situations, it always amazes me. I am still sure, she is secretly looking forward to warmer days and a little grass under her paws. Until then, we'll go a little crazy and rock that studio.
January 21, 2013
January 20, 2013
As you can see, the Queen of Color, has definitely been yellow lately (except from the pink in my work though!). From bright to juicy, wonderful shades of yellow. Which to me is really impressive, as at this time of the year, I thought Berlin wouldn't have too much of it. Obviously it does. Not to mention, all this yellow came as presents into the studio; Asian sweets, Mangos and wonderful salty Danish licorize. Yellow simply could not get any better than this. And I am already excited what next week will look like. To a bright one ahead, for all of you.
January 17, 2013
The greatest part in working with oil paints, is probably the fact, that the piece will undergo constant changes. Nothing basically stays like it is. When I first started using oil paints, this actually, has been the most scary part for me too. You'll work with layers, and different to all other painting materials, oil paint makes you start with the dark and bright the colors, while adding lighter and more muted ones throughout the process. Things can look pretty ugly in the beginning. Almost like a kids painting, but you gotta be brave and keep on rocking. It'll be fine. At some point. As another advantage of oils is, you can keep on working forever. Oil paint doesn't dry easy. So, when I came out with this weird, pink color themed, portrait over the last two days, it made me nervous only for a little while and then, I've decided to ignore the awkwardness and dive into it. Knowing by the last brushstroke, it'll look totally different anyway. Enough for today; I am dirty and the studio air feels heavy from all those turpentine fumes, hanging around. Off to the shower and for some heartwarming spinach pizza. See you tomorrow.
January 15, 2013
January 12, 2013
January 09, 2013
P.S. The family pictures are part of a little book my grandmother filled up for me. You can actually buy different sorts of them (in German), give them to your loved ones & they are invited to write down all those family stories. I promise you, there will be so much, you have never heard about.
January 06, 2013
One year ago, I had a nasty accident, crashing on the concrete floor in the bedroom. On my back. Everything worked out just fine in the end, but for eight hours, in some deserted hospital hall, it wasn't sure if I had broken my neck. These have been the most horrible hours of my life so far. Seriously, being tied to a stretcher and being told not to move, by any means, did knock me of my feet. Badly. After four hours already, you would have found me crying like a baby, totally broken down and painfully helpless. This simply, has been traumatic and it has followed me for weeks and months afterwards. Hectic moves, stuff that was dropped behind me, ended more than ones in a little scream and a good dose of trembling.
One year after, this day greeted me with a lot of grey and even more rain. And though things are almost back to normal, today kind of uncovered weird emotions. To be reminded of this incident. I woke up with a certain kind of nervousness and over the last hours, actually couldn't decide if to feel relieved and festive, or if the memory of this "close to the edge" experience, is almost as scary as it was back then. I am still unsure and believe it's a good thing, the day is close to being over and I can go back to my routine by tomorrow morning. Well, maybe not quite. I just lit one of the sparklers, lying around the Fishbowl since New Year's Eve, and promised myself to not shut this memory down. As uncomfortable it makes me, I am still here and I do love this life. To an incredibly precious gift, that has been given to me. Twice.
January 05, 2013
|the art of going slow|
|the memory jar|
|late night geometry|
January 03, 2013
|money by BLACK FROG|