April 13, 2015

queen of colors

glass objects by Amanda Simmons
objects by Silvana McLean

Delicate progress on several paintings, working between the beautiful art of others and a drunk man, who literally fell in front of my car (He is fine. And I am too.), these should be the most vivid things that have happened over the week. Plus, I have developed a new love affair with Scotland. It is funny, how we look into stuff differently all over sudden and we don't even have the slightest idea, as how this has happened. Maybe it is not important to know, but to be happy about the fresh excitement and to take it as a gift. At least, it is what I am doing right now. And as another gift, it makes me smile, that some surviving branches from the last storm are slowly starting to blossom in the studio. If only I knew, what kind of tree they've belonged to. My grandmother always knows, but I am really bad when it comes to botanical things. Though I have a great admiration for the beauty of nature, it is something I definitely like to learn. A good plan for the near future.

Alright, before drifting somewhere completely unrelated, I am wishing you a wonderful week.





Follow  on F A C E B O O K      B L O G L O V I N      T W I T T E R      I N S T A G R A M



 

April 07, 2015

queen of colors


Another week is over, the Easter Holidays are behind us, but instead of eggs and colorful flowers, it had been work for us. A lot of.

Still, it was a good week. We've attended the opening of SPRING SHOW || MAKING ART (go if you are in Berlin, it runs until the end of April and has some really amazing pieces in it), the husband is working on a theatre food concept, while I am in the middle of preparing a little show with my freshest work. We have seen some really pleasant movies, spent some time on the couch and some more with friends; cooking and chatting the night through. Right now, I am stocking up my print shops and today, we've even managed to take a long walk in the woods. So things aren't looking overly exciting, don't judge a book by its cover, life is good.

I do promise some more colorful stuff throughout this week thought. Until then, enjoy the week and what it has to offer.



Follow  on F A C E B O O K      B L O G L O V I N      T W I T T E R      I N S T A G R A M




March 30, 2015

queen of colors


Since my last post, the mood hasn't changed terribly much. Things around here, are still a bit blurred and the weekend felt, like the silence before a storm. Last night, really late, the husband had been long asleep, while I found myself in the kitchen. All alone, a cup of tea in front of me. Suddenly the wind started. A strong blast it was, riding through the backyard. I love wind, am fascinated by storm, and so I couldn't resist, but to open the doors to our little patio. And holy Canneloni, what an enormous noise that was. Strong and irrestible it felt, even in the security of an old Berlin backyard. What it meant, time will probably tell.

Have a good week, stay safe and spread your wings.




Follow  on F A C E B O O K      B L O G L O V I N      T W I T T E R      I N S T A G R A M


March 26, 2015

an unexpected dose of silence


You might have noticed; there has been no Queen of Colors this week, but a lot of silence. This wasn't planned at all, but I had taken over an epic translation job during the weekend. A job that glued me to the screen for 12 hours straight. For four days in a row; no walks in the woods, no painting, not even proper cooking. Thank you husband for taking care of all the other stuff. I am an expert on wind parks now. You'll never know, what this will be good for in the future.

Right when I was finished with my work, Tuesday came and with this, the horrible news from the French Alps arrived. I won't be going any deeper into the topic, as there has been so much said and written about it all over the place. Too much to take comfort in it. This story just came a little too close. My thoughts go out to every heart that is broken right now. And I wish for all the souls, who are suffering from this gigantic trauma, to be given enough peace, love and some decent privacy, to find their own way throughout this dark place.

Life is precious.That is what keeps coming back to mind constantly.





Follow  on F A C E B O O K      B L O G L O V I N      T W I T T E R      I N S T A G R A M