Drawn to It

In the struggle between pen and brush, the brush definitely wins at the moment...

I just can't get myself interested in a straight line at the moment, neither passionately nor technically.

Reflection

Oh You're Such a Pretty One

Some necks are too pretty to be broken.

Little rascal ;)!

Space Is Where We Belong

"It took me 20 minutes to make this on a fortunate evening: 

"I got a sickness inflicted upon me in a hazardous tempo
Space is truly infinite I feel, you can't say that of time
I got a weakness because I got addicted to slowing down
In the face of your future, you win" (Bert Ostyn)"

 

 

 

 

I've come to the conclusion that what really inspires me about great Art, is the gaps and spaces it leaves for the spectator to fill. How it may reach out to my singular life.

 

Like the conversation I once overheard on a train ride. A woman had recently been to an exhibition of sculptures by Joseph Beuys and one of them reminded her of a special dish she used to make but had forgotten all about and now she wanted to cook it again.

Or there was Barnett Newman at the Louvre visiting "Mona Lisa" and all of a sudden unexpectedly she actually smiled at him, which was not always the case.

Yet the best works of art are those that present a different view each time one revisits them. Apparently they are so many layered, so full of life that they are able to grow in different directions and one may never ever come to a final conclusion. I got this feeling especially about Shakespeare.

The Greatest Obstacles

The best tools for any oppressive regime to stay in power are hatred and fear, and they are not reluctant to use propaganda to implant it.


Yet there are weapons against it: laughter and subversive irony.

What I'm Hoping For...

Either send me floating or make me fall, but let's make something happen ;)

Those Days of Youth

You'll never have to give up on them!

Odd how it took just a couple of weeks at the university and all sense of fun and irony had vanished from my fellow Abiturienten (high-school graduates). Life apparently catches on fast.

Several years later at a wedding I met some of them again, now physicians, and all the humour they might have had at the Gymnasium had turned into acid cynicism. - And they had the most terrible girlfriends all seeming to derive from the same stupid stock.

Yet according to some my husband and me have never actually changed through all this.