Monday, August 14, 2017

Glass Postcard Lavender Eyes



August in all kinds of colours. It's interesting how the daily themes of #augustbreak turn the month more vivid. How once you start looking for something, it pops up in unexpected places in the following days. like: lavender, gold, glass....

... here are some of my fav moments / finds of the previous days:



 EYES: This is one of my fav “selfies”: an experimental mirror photo, took it in an art exhibition.

 

GLASS: glass ceiling moment – this is in Stuttgart, in a new mall called “Dorotheen Quartier”. Funny to walk into a place with the same name like mine. loved the moment of looking up and seeing the glass dome, and the red balloons in it.



POSTCARDS: “We could make unique postcards while here in Vienna!” – That’s the idea a friend and I had. Colorful fun, and before sending, we took a photo. A good memory.

   

LAVENDER: – it grows just some steps away, right in the garden here. Took the photo yesterday while it was still sunny. Today it’s all rainy. Which is good for the garden, at least...


Visit my instagram page for more august moments : )



Sunday, August 6, 2017

#augustbreak



sunrise now at 6 
with an early cloud
just in the right place for sunbeams
hello august! 

This is how my August started on Tuesday morning. I was double-happy about the sunrise, as it felt like a light gift from the sky for #augustbreak2017, a photo challenge for August. It's theme for the first day: "morning".

 

#augustbreak is an open and inspiring daily summer photo challenge, organized by Susannah Conway. It started on the first, but there are no fixed dates to post - the main idea is to make august a month of paying a bit more attention, and to share some of the summer moments. I am joining at instagram, here's my page: instagram/@ lifeasjourney

I try to catch new photos, here are 2 of my favs so far: "Roses" and "Where I live"




Roses… are magic. Especially at sunset time. 
These ones are flowering in the frontyard here, every summer, since I can remember. 
Wish they could talk.



No place like… home. This is where I live: a town in Southern Germany, not far from Stuttgart, but far enough to be in walking distance to fields and forest. The view in the photo is part of our usual evening walk.

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more skies: skywatch friday /
more august moments: #augustbreak2017

Sunday, July 23, 2017

bird sky, storm sky, sunset sky

We had a weekend of all kind of weathers and places: from sunny skies to cloudy to thunderstorms moving through. Here are some highlights, the first 3 are from a short trip to the Black Forest:



On the way, near the spring of the Danube river, we saw a group of huge birds circling, maybe 20. Coming closer, we noticed it’s storks. It looked like a gathering – maybe they are flying with their youngsters? I caught a photo but only with 2 of them.




In the black forest it first was sunny – and then clouds moved in. From route and wind direction we figured it might work out with the route we had planned, but it was a gamble.

 

At the ending point of our tour, up at Kandel hill, we had a stunning view of the weather around us, and could sit watching weather fronts… and we had about 10 minutes there, then rain started to fall, finally catching us. Back home, I wrote a micropoem to catch that feeling of this day:

A day in the black forest 
this different flow of time 
a bench, a way / the sky 
simple, huge moments

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The mixed weather repeated its cycle yesterday. We were mostly lucky again. In the evening we were invited to a garden party, which brought a stunning sunset, and another micropoem:

Garden party 
with sky magic  
strings of colored clouds  
strings of music

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more skies: sky friday


form turning seasons




a memory from July 2017:
an erasure poem that I once played with in folds and photographs. I didn't really think I would find it in all the files, as I couldn't remember the title, but my subconscious knew the way.

So here it is, on a weekend that brought all kind of weathers and temperatures and feels like a wheel of turning seasons.



Saturday, July 15, 2017

july skies



July - when green turns yellow 
and the fields turn into cubicles of color 
under an open summer sky



cloud dance  
swallows crossing
evening is all up



rain arriving
like a train
headed - right here
fascinated, we stand and watch
who catches the first drop?

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more skies: sky friday

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

summer of art: 100 days, documenta, and some other roads



It's a beautiful, special summer for me. Without planning to, it turned into a summer of art, of places, of newness. With short trips, and with paintings, exhbitions and own studio time. Since April I am joining the 100 days art project, and since then, I am mostly posting on my instagram page.

Now the 100 days are almost complete. I probably will continue the daily practice, and with it, the vibe of this summer of art.

Here are some of my fav moments from the last weeks:


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Visiting the documenta 14 in Kassel
"FREEDOM" 
+ the Parthenon of forbidden book. 
So many. A reminder of the power of words. 

For some more impressions from there, try my photo slideshows:



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Comic Con Germany  
The day you stand in line with Wonder Woman and Rocket Racoon....
... isn't a dream, it's Comic Con :)

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Black Forest 
After the comic con weekend: time for some mountains:)

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The 100 Days Project
“Click” is the name of today’ mandala. It’s #93/100 – a collage, I had fun cutting paper and trying different colors until it “clicked” into place. It’s also a good counterpart to the current work project, which is about statistics and tests (and exciting in a nerdy way).
#the100dayproject + my 100 days podcast talk

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Thursday, June 8, 2017

the100dayproject, Day 66/100: a colorful milestone + creative podcast with me :)






Start. 
Choose a creative theme.
And then keep going for 100 days. 

That is the idea of the 100 Day Project: simple, and difficult. A challenge of creativity and resilience.

So far, I didn't postpone a day. Some days are good, some are okay, some days bring suprise inspiration.

Today is day 66/100. It feels like a colorful milestone. The video above shows the first 25 mandalas in a slideshow. And today (in lovely timing for the 2/3-of-the-way-date) an 100 Days interview with me went online. This is part of the 100 Creatives Podcast series, and it features questions and answers about creativity, inspiriation, and my 100 days project :)

Here are some more links, to celebrate: 
About my 100 days: 



The plan is to experiment with the process: combine painting and mixed media, and also collage elements and digital processes.

Plus, as mandalas are symbols of positivity and gratitude, and as I felt a bit low in the last weeks moodwise, I am combining the theme with gratitude.

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My new website:



Since a longer while, I plan to update / relaunch my website.
It probably isn't just coincidence that I worked on that parallel to the 100daysproject.

There are still some things I want to add, and so it's still a work in progress (like almost all things), but it's online now:


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Monday, June 5, 2017

harlequin beach memory, or: to be at the ocean now

on this cold and rainy June day, some sunny ocean memories, both in photos, and in a short story based on a real journey:







Harlequin

He stayed in the car while she went to the hotel. That’s the way they always did it. He staying, she searching.

This time it was easy. The door was locked, but there was a sign saying “chambres à louer” – rooms to rent. Just some minutes later, the receptionist arrived, dropped off by a black van. She handed her the room list. Each room had a different price, apparently calculated by a formula that included the level, size and view.

“Un chambre with a view?” she asked.

“Oui,” the receptionist answered, and opened the drawer with the keys.

Walking up the stairs, she saw a gecko on the ceiling.

Later, after they had been at the beach, it was still there. She pointed at it.

“Gecko,” she said.

“It’s fake,” he answered.

He was probably right, she had to admit it. The gecko hadn’t moved one inch. She tried to remember the French word for gecko, but only got as far as le chien, the dog, and le chat, the cat.

“Je suis un gecko,” she whispered while they let the water rinse the salt and sand from their skin and hair. I am a gecko. Only that she wasn’t. There was no way she could rest idle for hours while hanging upside down on the ceiling. There wasn’t even a way she could rest idle in a room for longer than a sunset, or a book, or a thought.

“Let’s go somewhere for dinner,” she said.

“We could walk along the beach,” he suggested.

But there were still too many people out there, walking over the remains of sand castles, walking along the footsteps of the day. Thus it was in the night, on the way back from a restaurant called Harlequin, that they were alone at the beach.

"The moon," she said and pointed at the reflection on the water that moved in waves. For a while they walked with it, with this reflection. She tried to figure out how the light did it, how it was able to stay by their side.

"It's what light does," he said and painted circles for her in the sand. First the moon. Then the earth. Then the sun, to explain the reflection. The reflection didn’t care about the sketch, though. It simply waited for him to move on, along the beach, along the thin line of water meeting earth under the pressure of air breathed in and out by hundreds of people.

The next morning, while the sun was still a blurry spot in a bowl of fog, she went to the water, to gather the elements she wanted to save from that day:

The sand moon.

The riddle of the traveling pool of light.

And the gecko, who had changed sides while they dined, unfake after all.

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Notes + links: 
  • the story was first published in juked magazine 
  • the second and third photo are actually from the very beach of the Harlequin story, but from a later visit there (the place is: Narbonne, France).