We have been able to keep some pieces that passed our ways: memories, photos, stories being untold or halfway forgotten or some things we keep in drawers, in the attic or on the mantelpiece.
During the last 5 years I’ve collected so many of them as my life has changed so much: I lost my husband to cancer and my old parents’ home got sold not long ago. To keep everything just in my head seems too less. So, I’ve got a big box full of remarkable things to be painted and stories to be told and written in order to not to forget them and to remember former parts of life that formed me and made me who I am now. That tells me about life in general and maybe makes the future even better for more than myself.
You could just have a look at what I love, or work on your things you love and if you need some help, just tell me.
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My Way around Art
My Mum told me two things:
So, I’m left handed and thank god to my parents and teachers I was allowed to be one.
Nevertheless, art was always at my side, but it could have been more in sight.
I grew up in a wonderful home, house and paradise, in the flat countryside of northern Germany just outside the city of Bremen. My great-grandfather had built it with own hands and big effort in 1913 because he hoped his rich parents-in-law would come at least for one visit. Unhappily, he hadn’t been the son-in-law they wanted for her daughter. So, they’d never come.
You see, art was around me and I had it as main subject in my Abitur already, but in my family arts were supposed to be just for amusement and education and not for making money – “breadless arts“ is an expression you hear quite often in Germany.
Seemingly from one moment to the other I quit the teacher training, but this time it felt so logic – this time. At the decision day I took over my husbands’ brushes and paints. It was a key moment and diving deep for the reason for quitting again I learned that this was not just to free myself from all the strict duties and rules, but also to leave the content of teaching. Fortunately, I learned I don’t want to work without teaching. However, I wanted to reach people in a personal and emotional way that has more impact on them than learning maths and grammar.
My Way through Arts
First I really dived into painting, had exhibitions – right from the start, but there was still the writing part in me. So I left the painting and started writing again. Besides, I read a lot about creative writing and taught some groups and wrote even a criminal story with one of them and made an audio CD with the writers’ reading in a studio. Of course some time I missed painting again, went back to it: I learned a lot by studying other artists’ works and I did a painting a day for 1,5 years and taught kids and adults how to paint and to draw.
It took me three years not to just teach somebody how to paint or how to keep English vocabulary in mind, but to release the halfway buried wishes about me:
How to combine writing AND painting AND teaching?
Becoming and being a widow, coping with a completely different and solitude life, seeing the end of my parental home and observing my parents getting old now – everything during the last 7 years – have had far-reaching repercussions on me and it took me some time to realize: “I cannot make art the same way as before”.
Do you join me? Sometimes we just sit in the middle of boxes, looking through the content lost in getting touched by old things, don’t we?
So many thoughts and things you, me and our families have been collecting throughout their and our lives - and those took me to the idea of my mission
every piece we keep for a special reason makes us the person we are today.