Did you know that the German expression for "old bat" (meaning an old woman) is "old box"= alte Schachtel?
Funny, huh? But I have always been an old box, I loved boxes, tins and packages since I was a small child.
Now I have a fav box, I use for gathering collage materials of all kinds.
Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Tuesday, November 5, 2013
1. Sit in Victoria Embankment Gardens near to the memorial of Robert Burns and enjoy the plane trees and a cup of tea (Embankment)
2. Take a boat from The Tate Gallery to the Tate modern
3. Take a ride on the old Routemaster Buses
4. Listen to the old “Mind the gap” announcement on Embankment Station
5. Visit Oval Station for good music and “The thoughts of the day”
6. Buy postcards of old London Underground posters at the London Transport Museum (Covent Garden)
7. Visit the “Music and goods exchange” store on Pembridge Rd, W11 (Nottinghill Gate) and browse through the art magazines
8. Listen to the goof announcements on the website of Emma Clarke (she is the “voice” of the Underground)
9. Walk from Tate Modern over the Millenium Bridge to St. Paul’s
10. Walk from Putney Bridge Station down to the Thames
Thursday, October 31, 2013
Wednesday, October 16, 2013
Tuesday, May 7, 2013
Standing in the woods. Now in May, it’s wonderful, the tender green of the birches, the rushing silence of the spruces and bird songs everywhere. Beauty all around. I am walking the dog, gathering sticks and twigs. We do not have much forests in this part of Germany, so being in the woods is more or less a seldom event for me. Later that day, I am making my typicals little „spools“ out of the sticks and twigs I have collected. They are grinded and treated with oil and wax. The colours of sand, wood, stone, ashes and honey. I am madly in love with earth colours these days. Some sticks carry magic signs and pictures under their bark. Do you see the centaur? Sometimes funny things came up, like this little garden marker gnome.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
I wish I could live in the present. But now in February (and always in February) one wishes with every fiber, that spring will come and winter will be gone for good.
Maybe one will miss such sight, but there are so many other sights to let go off a "wow" when spring does come.
I love how winter makes the landscape pure, simple, peaceful and soothing.