Monday, January 14, 2013
Talking 'bout the Weather
1954 was an extraordinarily cold Winter. In February, temperatures fell to Siberian level. No reason for my parents not to take me out; coming from the Baltic states, the cold was no challenge for them. I remember how I found pleasure to probe the ice which at that time was safe, and collect pieces. There were a few more very cold winters, then the mild seventies brought a warm period in which we did not even see snow in some winters. For decades, our town lake "Alster" rarely froze; the first time it was possible to walk on it again was in early 1997 and on some more occasions since then. Last winter, it was close; but it started getting milder, just when the ice had become thick enough to walk on. A pleasure that causes me less enthusiasm than at 5.
Monday, January 7, 2013
Selected Objects
As I am not sure how facebook makes use of my pictures, I decided to show my photographs rather on my blog and link to them, even if there is no specific story connected. Or, if you think it is fun, I let you guess where the items come from.
Monday, December 31, 2012
Continuing the Boulder Drawings

I wonder if you remember the "Erratic Boulders" water color painting I did about six months ago. The idea of something heavy, yet transparent -- or heavy but pending or even falling -- needs to find new expression. I started with water color again.
"Overturn" is not yet finished, the bright-colored stones might become
darker and subdued, I'm not yet sure. The strings to hold the things
(obviously dilettantic packing) cannot suspend the weight.As I cannot paint water color in the living room, I got back to color pencil which I haven't applied for a longer time. This results in tender pastel colors; I used a rather rough water color paper which has a visible structure. "Green Horizon" is a remake of the "Boulders" arrangement with a green line that separates earth and sky and penetrates or embraces the stone.

And again, there is the idea of heavyness, sinking down, following gravity, as time passes.
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