January 26, 2015

queen of colors


And suddenly more than a week had passed, without me posting anything. I never had the intention to take a break, it just happened between the wee hours and a slow start in the studio. Actually, I can't remember such resistance to return back to my routines after the holidays, as I have experienced this year. It took me three days alone, to set up my painting table. Three days for moving some brushes, sorting out old sketches and paints. Well, and I am definitely not talking tons of stuff. On the other hand, the year had started with some rather unpleasant encounters and with a big sign over my head, screaming:"Clean up, Baby." So, I have sorted out some, let's call them issues in my personal surroundings, and cleared my mind of unhealthy crap. I can see clearly now, the rain has gone, is happening right now. And finally, after all the brain sorting, the pushing stuff, today I have turned back to the brushes. The Fishbowl smells of terpentine again. Oh, and there are some roses for you. Just because, this was the perfect start into the last week of January. Next is a visit to Berlin's City Parliament tonight, to talk a little politics on funding and sponsoring. A productive week to all of you. If you're in need of superpowers, I am more than willing to share a little of that Tiger Balm.














January 17, 2015

body text color


It is early Saturday night and I am sitting in the studio, listening to Nature Sound Playlists. Water falling on thick green, waves crashing in constantly and the songs of birds, from the other side of the world, are echoing through the Fishbowl. Oh, how I wish I could be there right now; my longing for New Zealand is pretty strong lately. Losing your heart to more than one place, can be a bit tough sometimes. More on that soon. Right now the most important thing about the sounds coming out of my computer, there are no human sounds. Call me weird, but as much as I love eating with friends or meeting strangers for a good conversation, sometimes the air is just so overloaded with voices, opinions and emotions. The first weeks of this month have been like that. Discussions, news, meetings, even one or the other argument. I don't mind getting dirty and am seldomly scared when it comes to a heated debate, but when I have done it for a while, I do need a lot of silence to recover and to refuel my need for communication again. A little bit like a detox from words and from other people's needs. Then it is only about me. So, while many are probably rushing out right now, to get their dose of Saturday night life, I am happy to stay within my little bubble, work on the list above my desk and dive deep into texting for Berlin.Bites. I couldn't think of anything better for tonight.



 

January 13, 2015

queen of colors


It wasn't a very pleasant week. For none of us, I guess. Located somewhere between heated red and calming blue. My mind is still confused, feeling restless and in need of more time to understand. Maybe. And to get over with other stuff. Sometimes the only thing we can do, is to cherish the unexpected appearance of sun, little presents and a huge pot with our favourite soup. Spanish lentil soup, in my case. Inlcuding lots of chilies, sausage, and a complete bottle of red wine.

The only thing I wish for this week, is a little break from all the drama, and that we will all be able to get on with our lifes. Sunshine is welcome anyway.








January 11, 2015

some more pinches of quiet


The mood hasn't changed a lot since my last post. No, that is not true, a lot has happened, just not on the surface yet. Many images in my head, even more words, but I will let that to others at this point. A friend in Paris for example, who said basically all I could have. And much more. Her little essay is definitely worth a read. If you like, pay her a visit.

For me, I'll take the rest of this Sunday of. I will dive into a good book and some hearty food.

Tomorrow will mean going back to the studio, to work, and to greet you with another Queen of Colors.

Have a good night.