Oh, no!

I’m moving … it will be fine — but right now everything is a mess! I am so much looking forward to days of quiet solitude, days when I know where to find what I’m looking for – .

Beauty beckons

Artists hate the word beauty, especially German artists. If you wanted to be really hated in Germany, then you would say, “My work is beautiful.” German artists believe in ugliness and nastiness. I think beauty can be something extremely important in our lives. And it’s not true that this is naive. This is what is…

Hommage à Wisława Szymborska

«I prefer the absurdity of sketching – to the absurdity of not sketching» Gouache + watercolor + colourpencils + fineliner in my everyday sketchbook

I like a quiet life –

Lunch dates take the heart out of the day and the spaciousness from the morning’s work  Journal of a Solitude May Sarton May Sarton   May Sarton (1912-1995) was a prolific American writer of poetry, novels and journals. She is, perhaps, best known for her nonfiction on growing older (Recovering: A Journal and Journal of a…

James Hollis & the second half of life

Did I mention that I have been reading the Jungian analyst James Hollis this summer? Hollis has written several books on what he calls the second half of life. I am not in any way ready for making a meaningful, abridged, account of his perspective on life. But I might give you a glimpse into his way of…

Summer days

Staying at home when everyone else is on holiday makes the everyday look a little bit different. The streets are empty, and so are the supermarkets, playgrounds and schoolyards – all deserted. All is peaceful … almost forsaken. Still I’m here, doing my daily sketches, recording what is. But I’m not only sketching, peaceful days…

Into the green

— a Sunday Psalm Albrecht Dürer, Great Piece of Turf /Das große Rasenstück (watercolor), 1503.   It might not seem like a big deal. Just an unordered group of wild plants. But look again: the subject – grass & wildflowers – might look rather ordinary, but the rendering of this little piece of nature is not.  Das große Rasenstück makes us see…