When you look at the weaving of Anni Albers, the groups of stripes are somewhat similar, but on her weaving, there is only one direction, either horizontal or vertical, whereas I let them vary. Also the choice of colors is different from the Bauhaus preferences. I hardly saw pink or mauve there; I don't know if the pigments and dyes just weren't so developed then, or was it going against the grain of the artists? My husband and I saw Kandinsky's home in Dessau, and in two of the bedrooms, the owners had chosen pink, together with other pastels like mint and vanilla. Was the Kandinsky couple being spiteful, eh?
On Sunday, we followed an invitation to
Harsefeld, a small place you never ever heard of, I guess. 900 years ago, it was the site of a monastery of some importance.
This cloister did not follow the change to Reformation as all the places in northern Lower Saxony. Instead, they defended their independence until 17th century. During the 30-years-war, it was deserted and fell into pieces, until the foundations
were excavated in the eighties of the 20th century. The church was built in the 19th century, and we had brunch in a café in the building you can see behind the ruins in a very romantic cellar which once was part of the cloister with old oak beams carrying the ceiling. The party are sitting in the back of the room.
While they were still talking -- most of them were my husband's old schoolmates -- I took a little stroll to take pictures of the amazing rocks which were used for these buildings in medieval times.
And to take back some cobblestones for Wanda. The picture shows the kerb/curb of the cloister kitchen.
When you look at the weaving of Anni Albers, the groups of stripes are somewhat similar, but on her weaving, there is only one direction, either horizontal or vertical, whereas I let them vary. Also the choice of colors is different from the Bauhaus preferences. I hardly saw pink or mauve there; I don't know if the pigments and dyes just weren't so developed then, or was it going against the grain of the artists? My husband and I saw Kandinsky's home in Dessau, and in two of the bedrooms, the owners had chosen pink, together with other pastels like mint and vanilla. Was the Kandinsky couple being spiteful, eh?
On Sunday, we followed an invitation to Harsefeld, a small place you never ever heard of, I guess. 900 years ago, it was the site of a monastery of some importance.
This cloister did not follow the change to Reformation as all the places in northern Lower Saxony. Instead, they defended their independence until 17th century. During the 30-years-war, it was deserted and fell into pieces, until the foundations
were excavated in the eighties of the 20th century. The church was built in the 19th century, and we had brunch in a café in the building you can see behind the ruins in a very romantic cellar which once was part of the cloister with old oak beams carrying the ceiling. The party are sitting in the back of the room. 
While they were still talking -- most of them were my husband's old schoolmates -- I took a little stroll to take pictures of the amazing rocks which were used for these buildings in medieval times. 
And to take back some cobblestones for Wanda. The picture shows the kerb/curb of the cloister kitchen.
