For some people, behind each number stands a colour, some connect feelings, music, text or even rooms with colours. This is called synesthesia and it means the mixing of sensations.
The colours are different for each person, but always the same per person.
thoughts
Rush, hurry up to get the subway, the bus, the plane, be on time at the office.
Countless phone calls, talking to employees and customers, power struggles.
In between eating a bit, little fresh air, always under time pressure.
Fast organizing a few personal things. Shopping food online, something healthy, if possible.
Even more quickly, make a little sport.
Getting back home, tired.
Hardly time to breathe, few highlights.
With these thoughts in mind I painted Everyday Life.
The paintings I create arise in my mind and I do not always exactly how it turns out on the canvas.
It just happens. Of course, I have an idea, a thought, a memory, but how I then express it with colours is a more or less unconscious process. The picture becomes it’s meaning during the process of painting.
It is my meaning, because it is how I see the world from my subjective point of view.
I was not melancholic when I made this painting. I love the colour blue. When I was in Marrakesh last year, I was searching for the Moroccan blue and came back home with some Indigo and a piece of Lapizlazuli to grind my own ultramarine.
In that painting, I experimented with it, raw and dissolved in different oils and acrylic. There are about 15 layers of blue. I thought of the sky, the sea, the night and what else is connected to it for me: dreams, wanderlust and profundity.
This is my first abstract painting.
I was always interested in restoration, either furniture or houses. It could not be old enough, as more dilapidated as more interesting to discover the original structures, surfaces and materials. Since a few years, mainly since we are living in France, we spend a lot of time restoring old village houses. We restored our 300 years house framework house in Germany before, but here in Fitou we already did three houses and the fourth will be ready very soon. Every house was a complete restoration, we mostly started with nothing else than the outside walls, didn’t even had a complete roof.
Il y a presque 10 ans que je vis à Fitou. Je suis tombé sous le charme de ce village pittoresque la premiere fois que j’y suis arrivée. C’était debut février, avec le soleil qui me réchauffait, les maisons typiques, les gens gentils (tout disaient “Bonjour”). Jusqu’à aujourd’hui, j’ai le même sentiment quand je reviens des mes voyages à Fitou. J’aime bien vivre ici.
Es bedarf schon einiger Geduld und nicht nachlassenden Interesses diese beispielhafte Schilderung lateinamerikanischer Diktatoren zu lesen. Beschrieben wird nicht ein einzelner Diktator, sondern viel mehr die Essenz diktatorischen Verhaltens vom Aufstieg zur Macht über den Machterhalt bis zum Ende durch den Tod, und, wie externe politische Kräfte damit umgehen.
Dabei ist die literarische Form sehr ungewöhnlich. Es gibt kaum Abschnitte, keine Dialoge oder dergleichen und der längste Satz dieses Buches endet nach 51 Seiten. Aber es ist genial.
Ich war ein paar Tage unterwegs und hab die ganze Zeit so nebenbei nachgedacht über meinen Veränderungsprozeß.
Die “magischen” drei Worte, die in allen Sprachen vorkommen, sind Zeit, Prozeß, Ergebnis.
Zeit
Also, was will ich wirklich?
Ich will Zeit haben.
Hmm, ich hab ja jetzt auch Zeit. Mehr Zeit haben geht nicht, da gibt es ein natürliches Limit, oder 😉 ?
Muß ich präziser sein: Ich will meine Zeit anders verbringen.
Womit?
Um WAS zu tun??
Lange Denkpause.