New collage journal pages

Thanks for looking! Wishing you all a great holiday season and a wonderful new year! xo

Wintergreetings from Northern Germany

Winter at last. We have early snow and very frosty days.


The sunrise colours are rich with beauty, when it's very cold and clear here. I cannot get enough of that sight.


Even Snoepje seems to say: Brrrrr....



Some birds are staying here, the others have long gone south. It's always nice to see the lovely red breast of Robin or the sweet speckled feathers of the trush.



I stay inside with my warm oven, cracking fire wood, hot tea, good music and making mini books and other collages.

 
"An gemütlichen Wintertagen" = "On cozy winterdays".









 



 

 

I wish you all a lovely winter season (or for my friends from down-under: summer!), have fun, enjoy the magic of that time, take a deep breath, enjoy a hot tea or soup, the snow and the silence that follows after snowfall,

xox FM

A visit in Schwerin

At last autum has come. I have visited Schwerin, the capital city of Mecklenburg-Vorpommern. This town is full of art and inspirations. „Das Kontor“ is the oldest house in Schwerin and the art gallery in it is a little gem. In former GDR times there was a bakery in it and fortunatelly nobody has torn it down, not like so many other houses. You can browse endless through all kind of arts: paintings, photography, pottery, jewellery, graphics, letterpress, dressmaking, felt, woodcut etc.. All is very well presented and very intriguing, because the old architecture is very neat and something special. On the market. I always love handwritten labels. The herbs and spices of that one-woman’s shop „Wald und Würze“ (Forest and spices) are very good. Tomatoes that look like plums. The yellow ones are the best: sweet, juicy, mild. The seabuckthorn is typical for this area. Full of vitamine C. Inspiration at every corner. At last a visit at the Cathedral. A church full of flowers, just like it should be. Time for some fresh ones though. Lovely windows! When the sun shines thru they make such a wonderful light, painting rainbows on the wall.

Collages "The postcard series"

Normally I work in a smaller size, but recently I have changed to what we call DINA4 in Germany. So the "post card series" is not in a postcard size but 11.6 to 8.2 inches. They are available at my Etsy shop.

New collage work

A couple of new collages from the last days.









I want to thank all who have supported my work in sending me papers and collage material!

The voices of the other women

What gets us through the night are the voices of the other women. Women who went down the path before us, the path we all have to go.

It’s the amount of all the small things, that lead us to one wisdom in the end: You are enough for yourself.

Til then it is long, winding, stony, painful, often very painful. But mellow also, full of roses.

Inspirations and the voices of those coming before, are guiding us.

 

Whenever we look at the lives of other artists, we discover our own heartblood.

We all are motherless daughters. And so are our mothers. Fallen off the once knowing universes of womanhood, like moon and serpent, Mary’s cloak and milk, herbs and textile, roots, the sea, birth and death. Nobody and nothing has initiated us, not even our mothers. Their heritage often is shallow chatter, meaningless objects, nothing, grains of sand running through our hands.

So we are the uninitiated.

But on the other side there are our real mothers, ancient rocks of the universe, moondust and starsisters, the wise knowledge of the blood, we still feel them in our veins, we still carry them in our bellies.

They have not forgotten how sacred our temples are and how connected our hearts.

And even though we stalk in little too tight shoes through this world of technology, breasts taimed and uterus cut down to small flame with throwing in a pill, they still whisper the old knowlegde to us.

There fox is peeking round the corner, clamping its naughty red paw last moment in the elevator door and comes in with sage wind through the multi-store eyed* building.

In the end we sense sand and adobe and moist earth between our toes as we shed our shoes for a moment, before we straighten our sprayed curls in front of the mirror and a raven feather lies smooth and pretty on our open palms.

We hear the outside rain and an old taste is on our tongue.

In passing we taste the salt of our own tears.

© LaWendula

*in original: meerstöckig, not to translate word game with the German words mehr (multi) and Meer (sea). Mehrstöckig would have been multi-storeyed. To keep a bit from this word game I changed it to multi-store eyed.

This text was orginally written in German and translated by me. I appologize for any mistakes.

Wreck this bench

„Wreck this bench“. No. 11 is done now!

And No.12 is ready for starting.

It took me 4 years to do 11 journals…

These are the last pages of #11

So true: