Paths appear and disappear

 

Paralyzed

She was fixed by a man.

Holding tight

 

Back stories

The Diagnosis

About four years ago, my wife complained of abdominal pain, and she had also lost a lot of weight. We blamed this on breastfeeding. Our son was ten months old at the time. We went to the doctor. At first, the doctor assumed that my wife was pregnant because her hormones in her blood indicated that she was. Then I asked him to palpate her abdomen once. He did so. He became quiet and serious and ordered further examinations. There were hard lumps where the liver and intestines are. My wife had to stay in the hospital. She seemed calm, but I felt that she was terribly afraid. I had to go home alone with our son. The reassuring mother's breast was then gone from one moment to the next and I tried to give him the closeness he needed.

In the evening, my wife called me. I don't remember if she was crying. I think not. She had also cried or complained little later. She told me that the doctors had found evidence of cancer. Days later it was certainty. My wife had terminal colon cancer in her early 30s that had already spread to large areas of the liver. The doctors more or less gave us a year. Almost exactly one year later she died. Her body had taken on a grotesque shape before that. One in which there was hardly any life left. The sight hurts.

Frozen time

Frosty winter is easy to fill with life nowadays. But can we still pause - keep winter rest. How was it in the past? What did our grandparents do on winter nights when they were young? Read books, sit and look at the ice flowers on the window, freeze together, talk, tell stories, play games, get bored until you invent something new - something that lasts. Peter Bichsel, a Swiss writer, believes that boredom can be something constructive and positive, in that it makes us think and challenges us to make choices for a meaningful use of our time in life. Now, when we are no longer bored because we are constantly bombarded with impressions, is there still an inner drive to think intensively, or do we just react to the next cue that is fed to us?

Sellin Südstrand

Es war stürmisch, die Wellen hatten Schaumkronen und der Wind zehrte an den Kleidern. Frisch war es an der Küste von Rügen – erfrischend. Zugegeben es war nicht immer einladend, aber die Kraft der Natur am Meer zu spüren, war beeindruckend; wie sie Stück um Stück von der Steilküste abträgt, wie sie die Landschaft formt und welche Wunder sie schafft – und das schon seit fast immer. Ich hatte einen Augenblick dessen an einem kalten Morgen fast für mich allein. Meet and greet the natur!

Birds Wake Me up Again

What are you looking?

Pig

DRYPOINT ETCHING @ ANTEROS, NORWICH

We had skulls as motifs for the drypoint etching. I imagined the vivid part to the pig skull.

Cattle Skull

  DRYPOINT ETCHING @ ANTEROS, NORWICH

I attended a drypoint etching course at the Anteros Arts Foundation, Norwich. I did drypoint etching for the first time–I immediately loved it. It's easy and fast. Little equipment is needed. The printing colours were the best part–oily and rich in pigments. 

Mein Vogel

Happy New Year

I wish all of you a happy, healthy and prosperous New Year!

Peace!

Life is a Runway—Escalators Included

Feeding the Computer

Strangers @ Strangers Coffee House, Norwich, UK

A Pier at Noon

A Sweden holiday memory. Found the drawing hidden under a pile of paper.

Daydreaming ...

... in einer Berliner Seitenstraße bei Café und Kuchen.

Sweet Temptation