It’s a setting sun that greets me as I return to Germany. Driving through the Bavarian flatlands after the intensity of the peaks and perks of the Austrian Alps, is a strange contrast and it leaves me feeling melancholy. The…
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My 2017: in seconds!
[embedyt] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lzFmrpe9GAY[/embedyt] The past year was really a wonderful year for me, much due to the wonderful people with whom I shared it. Some of you were there consistently, others only briefly. We went on holidays together, drank too much,…
Mini thoughts
Today a new realisation started to unfold. I realised that sometimes we need to escape not only from pasted bad things, but from the loss of the best of things. To my disappointment I realised that it appears easier to…
The complex of the simple
I reached for my wallet and quickly gathered a few coins with my fingers, hurrying, worried I would not make it before we pass the man on the bench. For a fraction of second I found myself in the limbo…
A blindfold for things past
A common question is to ask whether a person prefers the sunrise or the sunset. While there is undeniable magic in beginnings, in the rare encounter of a sun rising, in its peaceful gradient strolling the sky, waking a creation…
Walking through the storm
Below you can also watch the painting processes that lead to “Walking through the storm”. It is made in oil and measures 40×50 cm.
What doesn’t kill you…
I have come to truly despise nonsense quasi-philosophical motivational phrases. In short they are phrases such as: ‘cheer up’ and ‘move on’; elongated they read: “Every cloud has a silver lining” and “when a door closes a window opens”. Often…
Where no one knows your name
This week Pandabear came for a visit. It provided that provocative ‘escape’ that only appears when you are in the company of someone who does not fold when you whiff them off (‘Trust issues’ much?). For hours he pushed for…
Bitchburning
Soaking in the bath I rubbed my skin with a homemade oil scrub made of ginger, cinnamon and a cheap saffron substitute tasting nothing like the original. It smelled like Christmas. A luxurious Christmas marinade, to rub onto meat before…
Smile for the cameras
It never used to bother me that the purpose of life hid somewhere over the rainbow. I took pleasure in the search for it. Lately what was a happy search has turned into a battle without weapons, a boat ride…