July 07, 2015

queen of colors


As promised, I am back. And to be honest, it didn't feel like real absence after all. On the other hand, so much has happened since last Tuesday, it might have been as well weeks. First of all, the big day, last Friday, things went good. Very good, in fact. I will tell you all the details in an entire post on Thursday, if you are interested. Just so much, I was able to accomplish everything I was aiming for. And a little more. So, this has been a great experience.

Other than that, life in the Fishbowl is still a bit crazy. We have lost our washing machine, only days after our oven broke down, we have been listening to some heartbreaking stories around the hood, received a huge dose of love from others and unfortunately, last but not least, Emma had to have a sudden operation today. She obviously cut her paw a while ago, the vet reckons a week or ten days, and she didn't 'say' a thing. Today we've noticed, she was licking herself intensively and found some serious inflammation between her claws. The rest was anesthesia and a knocked out dog. Come tomorrow, she will be a lot better and be running again in no time, but today the exhausted blonde bundle, curled up silently on the studio couch, simply brings me to tears.

Therefore, the husband and I will need a big bowl of pasta tonight and a big glass of red wine. And Emma between us, to cuddle her.

I'll see you on Thursday. Until then, take even more of this delicious summer in.








 

June 30, 2015

a little announcement


You might have expected the Queen of Colors today, but another sleepless night in the studio made it clear, I need to go on a little blog break. Nothing spectacular, simply a proper announcement, that I will be away from this space until Tuesday, July the 7th. Instead of another fading out of schedule.

Right now, there is just a little too much on my plate over here, that needs attention and demands a lot of work. Including the big date on Friday (at least 200 pages of reading to go until then) and a visit by the lovely Nadine from tinyWoolf, which I am so looking forward to.

Therefore I wish you a wonderful week of summer, with lots of popsicles, a little picnic maybe and some dancing in the moonlight. Taking life from the good side.

I won't disappear completely though; if you like to see what is going on during the next days, I would love to meet you over on Instagram.










June 23, 2015

queen of colors


This week's Queen of Colors, entirely in black and white. I needed that. Calming things down or at least, setting some purity against the millions of things running through my head right now. But first things first.

I have a new studio ride. Finally. Working mainly in a wheelchair, the old and chubby thing I have been using for decades, just didn't do the trick anymore. Heavy to handle and some functions, like pumping it up and down, not working at all, this has been a real pain lately. So after weeks of discussions (I know, the German Health System is usually known for being effective and pretty comprehensive, but compared to my teenage years, things have gotten a bit more complicated, it seems. Probably like in many places.), after annoying phonecalls and a million emails, today the new ride got delivered. Boom! We are not the closests of buddies yet, as getting used to new tools is not necessarily an easy process, but after six hours together, the improvement is incredible already.

Over last week, we have met the most amazing and inspiring people, we had an Open Studio with lovely guests and the husband baked another load of his delicious Hausbrot, when suddenly the oven broke down and he had to finish the job in the little Swedish cafĂ© across the street. For the upcoming weeks, this means no pizza or cakes, until a technician will fix the problem. 

When looking into my lists, yeah I am one of these crazy list lovers, it shows I have painted far less than planned, which makes me a bit mad. But then again, you can't do it all at once. I did manage to finish a commision for a Berlin restaurant owner though, who has asked me to draw his menu. It wasn't a huge job, but maybe things aren't looking so bad.

And then, yesterday a huge opportunity has popped up in front of me. Something I can't talk about just yet, which is pretty annoying, but believe me I am over the moon and a nervous wreck at the same time. This feels big. It is about politics and about, having the chance to talk to some of the most important decision makers for us cultural workers, about our working conditions and not to forget, about clearing up with some of those nasty prejudices lingering around. Whatever will come out of this chance, I promise it will end in a detailed blogpost, once I have survived it. So for now, wish me luck, that I am really able to calm myself down a little and that I will rock this as good as possible.

I hope you're having an exciting week ahead of you as well. The rest is rain. At least in Berlin these days.






June 18, 2015

on having your studio at home


As you probably know, the husband, our Labrador Emma and I, are living in the so called Fishbowl. It is actually an old shop on ground floor, with huge windows in front, where our studios are situated, and an appartment in the back of it. Meaning, our workspaces are only divided by a small hallway from where we're living. There are a lot different opinions out there, on what might be better. Is it  more productive to get out of the house or to get started just a footstep away, from where you'll sip your morning coffee or enjoy your dinner? It both probably has its bright and its rather difficult sides, but to me this is the most practial solution. It means short ways and one set of equipment, like computer, scanner or printer. And in my case especially, one wheelchair for the studio and everday living as well. Besides, we are having our studio dinners in my studio and can use our private kitchen, which is close to a professional one (the chef husband would argue differently here, of course), including dishes, cutlery and chairs.

Other than that, I am a great believer in art being a part of life. The idea of working in a studio, totally isolated from the outside world, doesn't appear attractive to me. I like the idea of an intersection, an atmosphere of everyday life mixed with the interpretation of it. It keeps me going and inspires me deeply.

There is one point though, we're stumbling upon once in a while. Working both as freelancers, all is fine as long as the husband has a cooking job somewhere else or when I am out and about, creating something outside of the studio. Or, these are the ideal phases, when we're involved in the same project. Once we're both here and have totally different stuff on our lists, it can get difficult.

It already begins with our work schedules; I will almost never be the first up, but will start quickly. He will go with the dog in the morning and brew coffee (I know heaven!), but then it will take him a couple of hours until he is actually getting started. I love working late, the husband prefers a proper cut around six or seven p.m. (unless he is holding cooking classes and does catering, but that will not take place in the Fishbowl). You already got the picture, I suppose.

To sychronize these not at all sychronized rhythms can be a tricky thing, and it will require a good dose of compromise and dicipline. Sometimes, like today for example, it doesn't work out at all. Is is alrady way past 10 p.m. and I am still in front of the computer. Eating some really unhealthy stuff for dinner. Well.

What can become even more difficult than plain schedule contrasts though, are energy levels and those motivational lows you'll get struck by. Sometimes, when one of us is down, the other can help and support. On other days though, it seems like our different moods dissolve one another. Leaving each of us feeling kind of blank and a bit blocked. Luckily it doesn't happen that often, but other than leaving the house or putting on our headsets and making our way seperately through that particular day, nothing might fix it. Over the years I have understood, these things simply happen. If I would be in a studio far away from home, there would be other issues to tackle. And the benefits of the Fishbowl by far outweigh its problematic moments. I am still deeply convinced about this arrangment and will keep on going to enjoy that first coffee together, before both heading in our offic or studio. Door to door.